Anna Cooper OverbyRejoice, Rejoice, we have no choice but to carry onIt’s Dead Dad Day. The anniversary of the day I watched his body surrender his spirit. In truth, I’d been watching as his body needed more…Mar 8, 20172Mar 8, 20172
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