Man, 10 years.
That’s calendar time, though a year or two is missing from my recollection.
Missing, but filled by a dull ache.
A couple of things:
You were not as bad a dumbass as I thought;
I’ m not as evil a stepfather as you may have thought.
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I wish we could talk over a beer,
and head to the pool hall to play pinball.
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In Memory of Ryan, 5/29/1968 – 11/8/1997.
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