I Don’t Remember The Gifts I Got For Christmas

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Today would have been my father’s 70th birthday. And like every year, my eyes well up with tears as I scour through old photos looking for the perfect one to post. It takes awhile. He never did like taking pictures. He was more of a behind the camera man.

In his younger years he was a photographer. His old camera is in my posession to this day. As kids, my sister and I would look at…

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