2003-05-06 - 1:39 p.m.
Spring break visiting a person dying of terminal liver cancer, small children at the Rennisance festival, a night dancing at a place in Tempe called the Library. All in all, a rather (sur)real experience. Parts of it were pure unadulterated fun. And others were of heartwrenching agony.
My father in law died on April 1, 2003. Just like the bastard, to be ironic in death just like he was during life.
I miss him terribly. Not for anything that I can easily point my finger at and say "There! there is why I miss him." In fact, it was an ornery old coot. He made fun of me everytime we laid eyes on each other but he didn't mind me returning fire. I think it was his way of testing my mettle to see if I was good enough for his daughter. I think I am. I hope he felt so. I will never find out though, becaues we never talked about it. and now never will.
Will
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