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I'm left with all your stories and big shoes to fill.

By Jen PhillipsPublished about a year ago β€’ 1 min read
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Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

I've waited for you for 27 years, now it's too late.

I've dreamed of seeing you again for 27 years.

After 27 years I finally got the phone call about you but it was the wrong phone call.

It was supposed to be the phone call you wanted to see me- have a conversation with me.

Turns out it was a phone call to tell me you are gone- I missed you by one day.

One day can change everything; I've searched for you for 27 years and you were just right there all along.

How can I miss you by one day?

Now I get to listen to all the stories of your life; it may not be the same as you telling them but I get to know you one story at a time.

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    Written by Jen Phillips