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I found a note written on the back of a picture of me.
It was from my dad.

He wrote it about a year before he took his life.

I don’t really have the words for what that feels like.
Just waves of tears… and memories… and questions that will probably never have answers.

It’s strange how something so small — a few words written on the back of a photo — can hold so much love and so much pain at the same time.

Today I’m just sitting with it.
Missing him.
Feeling grateful he loved me enough to write it.
And wishing he could have stayed.

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