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So I was talking to my step mother yesterday.
We got talking about knives my father had gifted me (one in particular I recall asking him when he was in the hospital that last time but coming home if he would prefer I used it or kept it safe, he laughed at me but never answered)
And she went oh, he had one knife left he kept in the house by his chair. Oh? I have no idea what it is but she is going to send it to me
Oh and she found his p38 (might be the p58 I had gifted him)
And so she is going to send me that as well.
Bittersweet memories but perhaps more sweet and a little less bitter
It's been a touch under two months and it still doesn't seem real yet
We got talking about knives my father had gifted me (one in particular I recall asking him when he was in the hospital that last time but coming home if he would prefer I used it or kept it safe, he laughed at me but never answered)
And she went oh, he had one knife left he kept in the house by his chair. Oh? I have no idea what it is but she is going to send it to me
Oh and she found his p38 (might be the p58 I had gifted him)
And so she is going to send me that as well.
Bittersweet memories but perhaps more sweet and a little less bitter
It's been a touch under two months and it still doesn't seem real yet