One day my Dad was and here and then he was gone. I'm not here to pontificate on this loss. This type of loss is universal. Instead, I'm here to discuss my anger - the anger I felt when I foraged my father's room searching for what he left me and painstaking realizing that he left this earth and me - absolutely nothing. At this point, you probably think I'm cold-hearted and selfish. Perhaps I am. But you see…

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