Dean Crawford
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The first time I visit my father’s grave,
I apologize to him for not being a better son.
He apologizes to me
for not being a better father.
I have a difficult time growing up. My father tells me
who I should be or who I could be, but he isn’t
particularly interested in who I am
or what I might have to say about who I am.
Death changes all that
Death releases all that negative energy
Death opens the mind
Death levels the playing field.
My father accepts my apology, and I accept his.
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