Today I really went through the cards so I could recycle the fronts of them. Some I blindly tore and some I re-read. I got to the last card and paused instead of tearing and read the inside "Love, Dad" I wondered who it could possibly be from since I knew it wasn't Dad's handwriting. Then I remembered, I got the card in the mail from the Veteran's Center last year and it really was from Dad - he just had a little help - signing the card, remembering, and sending it. It is my last Christmas card from Dad.
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Unexpected and treasured gift!
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