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Always, Father

Remembering my father on the day he left so long ago. I’ll never know all the minutes we’ve never had, the smiles, laughter, tears, life lessons and the love… What our lifetimes should have been.

Broken clocks aren’t always right twice a day. Sometimes those fragile hands will never hold you again.

My purpose is to help keep the pain I, and so many others, know all too well from spreading.

Please, if you are struggling, ask for help. You are not alone. You’re never alone. We don’t want to miss you, too.

For my father, David Reynolds, forever loved and never forgotten.

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