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Fading Memories

Life Without Parents

Photo by Aleksei Zaitcev on Unsplash

I don’t really dream about you anymore. Either of you. I wish I did, but I don’t. I look at photos of us and feel nothing less than emptiness. Sometimes I smile, but I think I am still vacant inside. Full, in one sense, because of my children, your grandchildren, but a void the size of the Grand Canyon in that second sense. I feel love and I love, but I wish I could apply that to both of you.




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Jonathan Greene

Jonathan Greene

Father, poet, writer, real estate investor/team leader, certified life coach, sociable introvert. Curating a meaningful life. IG: trustgreene |

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