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Some wounds run deep

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It amazes me that, nearly six years after losing my parents, I still find myself occasionally crying that they are gone, lamenting missed opportunities with my dad, and longing for my mom’s cooking, something I rarely valued when it was so easy to come by.

I never knew how to have a relationship with them when they were alive, and now that they have left this life, I wonder what could have been.

Author: Sean

I am Sean, a writer/PR guy originally from the Rural South who grew up and settled down in Washington, D.C. My interests include local politics, Eastern philosophy, languages and reality television.

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