The dreams are more clear now. 

I could feel his elbow in my hand as I helped him exit the vehicle. 

It was sunny, the wind was blowing, a regular Maine day. It has been a few months now, but seems like yesterday.  

His voice, so calm. 

“It’s chilly today, Stephie.” 

“I know, daddy. We’ll just be a minute.”

I’m not sure what we were doing in that cemetery – he was cremated.  He was wearing only his hospital gown. 

I woke crying. And the next day, I met a man, his name – Elmer. That was my dad’s name. 

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About k1nd3r5t3w

Born and raised in Maine. US Army Veteran, living in Kansas! Love road trips and my son. Go PATRIOTS. Amateur writer who just writes from the heart. Runner.
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