I didn't have time to mourn my father when he died as my mother was so needy, but there are times when the missing him really hurts physically and other times when he seems to be beside me. I remember on one wonderful day last year we were sailing in a perfect breeze on the Meditteranean sea and he was there too. No reason, out of the blue, he didn't sail, but there he was. Perhaps there is an afterlife.
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