Recounting a month-long, solo trek through Italy.
Remembering Dad
There comes a day every year when we losers are forced to pause from our habitually happy memories and recount that day, that hour, that moment in which we said goodbye to someone that we loved. In an attempt to not lose sight of the impact my Dad's had on my life, I share something for him, something from him, and something for myself and all the other losers out there.
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