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Six years ago tonight, I said goodbye to my dad for the last time. I've felt him around me over the years but never as strongly as I have since my beautiful son was born. Jackson David has so much of my father in him, from his expressions to his attitude to his face-filling smile, it's almost like having Dad here with me all the time. Twice this month when I was absently
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thinking of my father for whatever reason, I've caught Jackson giggling at something that appears to be nothing but thin air and I like to think it's Dad making faces at him. Miss you, Dad.
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