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Elizabeth Gray

On March 20, 2017, I lost my Dad very unexpectedly.  While we had a complicated relationship, it was probably the best it had been when he died.  While I was mad at him, it was because I wanted to spend more time with him.  Not a bad reason to be mad.  A few weeks before he died, he actually asked if we could spend some time together over the summer.  It was the first time he had indicated to me that he actually wanted to see me in my 44 years of life.  And then he broke my heart and left me.  After he died, my stepmother found a few pictures he had of the two of us–all from when I was a kid. I don’t have any pictures of us together as adults.  I feel this picture really sums up our relationship.  It was Easter Sunday, the last before he divorced my mother and me, and I’m sure I made some outrageous comment and this was his reaction.  I don’t remember those days, but my mother tells me about them all the time now, and about how I worshiped my dad. This is how I choose to remember him, so this picture is my treasured item.

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