The last thing my dad ever said to me was “you little rascal”

It was one of his favorite phrases

It was his playful response to mischief

And when he rasped it to me on a sunny March day I had just finished listing off the belongings I had moved from his apartment to mine

The couch he drank his coffee on every morning

The TV he watched his beloved DVDs o

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As long as there is love, there will be grief. The grief of time passing, of life moving on half-finished, of empty spaces that were once bursting with the laughter and energy of people we loved.

As long as there is love there will be grief because grief is love's natural continuation. It shows up in the aisles of stores we once frequented, in the h

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