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All of my grandparents are gone. My parents are older now. I look to my children; Not friends or even my wife, But to my kids. Will they think of me? In the quiet moments of the day, Will they think of me? What will it be? Love… Fondness… A moment? In the quiet moment of my day… It’s regret, Wanting, Fear. My children; My first boy, My baby girl. Providing for them. That’s easy. Yet providing for their memories… What wi
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