when i was a teenager my house was not a happy one. i relied on friends for a lot. one friend in particular who lived fairly close by. her father was the chief of police in our small town. i spent an awful lot of time in her house. they fed me when there wasn't food in my house, they were kind to me when there was no kindness in my house, they treated me like i was one of them when there was no place for belonging in my house.
i mourn with my friend today. her daddy died of cancer today.
watching my own daddy go through all he's been through in the last 4 1/2 months with cancer makes it hit even closer to home.
thank you, dean, for everything. RIP
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