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My dad died when I was 26. I've only been to his grave two or three times. I agree, he's not there. I hate cemeteries. When my son was born my mom gave me my dad's electric train set for him. I never took it out of the box until last year. And when I took it out, he had written on some of the boxes. When I looked at his hand writing it just brought so many memories flooding back.
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