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I got up to pee, squinting my eyes at the clock to see what time it was. It was 3am on September 3rd, 2020. Then it hit me. Shit. It was now officially 11 years since my father had passed. It was 11 years since I went to sleep after my last phone conversation with him the night before -- September 2nd, 2009 -- hearing fear in his voice ...
When I was a kid, every night before bedtime, 7-year-old me would pair my stuffed animals up on the shelves so that they had someone to hang out with for all eternity in case I croaked in my sleep. I didn't want them to be lonely. While I did understand that making sure my Pound Puppies and Pound Purries were provided for in the event of ...
