TPK in the starting tavern
We lost my father in early June. I'm still coming to terms with it. Every day brings some new sadness. Walking to the bottlo for a sixpack, I suddenly thought, "I'll never watch another football game with Dad." Even though he was kind of an annoying sporting spectator, usually dwelling on the mistakes, the sense of loss I felt...I can't tell you.
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