It snowed weeks ago, and there are still some piles where there's shade most of the day. Gross.
I can't let the day pass without noting that it's the 22nd anniversary of my dad's death. He died when I was 18. I still grieve. A few days ago, I even had a dream with him in it. He was in a strange time where he was only starting to show signs of illness. Most of my memories are from when he was really sick.
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