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God damn dust...
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Scud missle in chest!
![]() 11/05/2015 at 16:23 |
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I usually don’t get allergies in November, but they seem to be acting up.
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A few years ago, I played for the funeral of a two-year-old boy. I don’t know how he died, but it sounded like an accident. His father, probably the bravest man I know, gave the eulogy. I was a wreck. As a father, these sorts of things always hit like a ton of bricks.
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How does a father give a eulogy for his own young child? Unreal.
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I have no idea. He closed by saying,
“I know you’re up in heaven, sitting next to your Big John [the boy’s grandfather], watching Daniel Tiger on his new, biggest TV possible. And I hope you’ll save a seat for me.”
God damn, I’m tearing up typing that.
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Needed more warning that that.
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oh man i bet. Just the idea of is hard
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Sorry.
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Damn onions :’(
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That hit hard.
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It did. And a father myself, it hit doubly hard.