It was about this time of night, 9 years ago, that I got the voicemail from my dad that would change me for the rest of my life. That night was such a blur, and yet now, so many years later, I remember it with perfect clarity.
Everything I can think of to say about Dennis sounds so...maudlin. It sounds ridiculous to say that I think of him every day, but it's true. I miss him so much. Sometimes I dream that he's still alive, and then I wake up...and it's like I've heard my dad speaking those horrible words all over again and I can't breathe.
And that's more than I've said on it in many years, and likely more than I should have said.
I miss you, DK, and won't ever forget.
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