The night my dad's soul left his body, he made a little pit-stop at my house, came up along side me and gave me a big bear hug. Minutes later I got the call from my sister, that he had officially passed on. I will never forget that little gesture his soul made, because it was my last contact with him. I knew he was going to be ok.
He always told my mom that he was the luckiest man alive, I think because he had such a constant outlook of gratitude for what life had given him. I miss you dad!



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