a little awed.
a little moved.
and mostly unnerved by the vacuum forming in my stomach.
i was trying to fill it.
trying to avoid the nauseous rush
that tends to arrive with nerves.
trying to remember where we came from.
our roots.
how we got here.
if this road, was the right road.
if there was any other choice.
and, alas, there was not.
you may forget many things.
my only wish is that you will never forget that
that i look up to you.
always have.
always will.
B
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