This past weekend marked 15 years since my Dad's sudden death. Dad was only forty-nine years old when he passed away, and I was only twenty-three. All the memories of the days around that time burned into my memory, but they are not bad memories. Oddly enough, the days immediately before my Dad's death are as strong as the days after. It seems to me that the Holy Spirit prepared me for the shocking moment.

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