Posted by calamityjane on February 17, 2007, at 0:29:44
In the seventh grade, instead of paying attention during my math class, I would imagine that my dad was not really dead, but alive and about to walk right through the door to my class and surprise me. I did this so often, that I started to believe his return was actually a possibility. I decided that at the 20 year mark he would resurface after hiding for all those years.
As I got older, I began to realize how unlikely that was. However, surprisingly I have found this 21st year of his death to be the hardest yet. I think this is because a tiny part of me never gave up hope for the 20 year thing. When 21 began, it was the end of the 20th year. With no sign of my dad.
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