Sometimes it is crushing

I was bookmarking a link I found on twitter tonight and I came across others — the links I had saved when my dad was killed in a house fire on nov. 15. The video of them fighting the fire. My dad — he was on the floor of the back bedroom while that fire ravaged their home. The cat and dog perished — jersey and twister. The moment — that raw horrible moment — came flooding back tonight. I’m sad tonight. And angry. The man I came to know as my father — he was the father he didn’t have to be to my brother and I. I miss you dad. So much still. Sometimes the pain is as raw as ever. 

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