My father was always just a bit latePromises were kept on his time6 months, a year after they expired…
One day my son will come up to me, Just as I am walking out the door.He will tug on my shirt and look up at me. With his tiny little hands…
Sweetie, I love you.
My father died the day I was born. I don’t believe in ghosts or anything, but I think I could adjust to the idea pretty…