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barbara ford's avatar

Two days before my Dad died i remember how he smelled like a new baby—-fresh and clean and distinctly wonderful. i thought it was as though God had started making him new again, getting Dad ready for his life in heaven.

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Logical Madman's avatar

Beautifully written.

Reminds me of something my mom often tells.

"We are nothing but a collection of memories".

Each passing moment in our lives will either register as a memory and stay with us for a long, long time, or be forgotten out of existence.

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