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Words From the Grave

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"It's all going to be okay" he would say, with no scent of doubt in his breath, even as its aroma reeked from mine, as I'd blurt out "how can you be so sure?" I never figured out what made my dad so positive in life, though I'm positively sure his life wasn't free from trial and the upsetting detours that can uproot our foundations and upend the tables of tradition we depended on. On and on life goes like this, until it ends. I wonder What traditions did my father depend on and, lay to rest, for something, better? What pressures pressed him so thin that he'd give up those things he once loved so dearly? Is that what transformed him into the appreciative, hopeful, happy guy we laid to rest?

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