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On entering the afterlife, to be met by my father. (Hopefully a long way off) > Hello Dad, it has been many a year You're looking well, since I looked at you last Good job, you won't believe how much I'm scarred, can't say the past few years have not been hard. The burdens that I was prepared to take, the sacrifices I have had to make. I shan't deny you had it really rough, but from my point of view it was quite tough, child number three within your clutch of four way down the pecking order, that's for sure. Your last son was priority number one............ Such love you speak of never manifest I felt alone, adrift, unlike the rest. A fishing trip together, when I was small the only day we had I can recall. < I worked, but it took my good health at length an industry that sapped my breath and strength by fifty, there was no more I could do the body of a man aged ninety-two. If like some of your friends, you'd had it all been mollycoddled , pampered, treated, spoiled by adulthood it would have been too late for you to come and step up to the plate. The inner strength you have to go so far is from your past, defining who you are. I'm proud you somehow managed to get by, now, come here, son- and let me dry your eye. For contest 'A conversation', sponsor Frank Herrera 31st August 2016
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