My Dad and I were very close right up until I left home. Then, somehow, we weren’t. I don’t really know what happened and unfortunately I’m never going to.
I’ve tried to be a better communicator because of the gap that formed between us. I think in many relationships there are cuts and bruises that turn into major wounds, just because the words aren’t found to bridge a gap.
The clock is always ticking, talk to those you love and might miss.
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