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I Miss My Dad

One of the hardest parts of being single, and what evokes the most envy of my married friends, is not having that one person who is going to put me first (or at least second). In the last year of my father’s life, during our frequent phone conversations, I knew this was the irreplaceable relationship. I was always his #1, with my well being uppermost in his mind. I really miss that.

Image: Dad, 2007, Dana Schutz. See her drawings at the Atlanta Contemporary Art Center.

 

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