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Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,



Nor any drop to drink.

Dr_Doogie wrote:

desertfae wrote:Even 28 years later I still miss him more than anyone will ever know.

I suspect that he would be proud of you and what you have accomplished.

I suspect that my dad is up there yelling "WHOOOO Go get em" at me, and my mom is probably up there saying "oh my gosh, be careful, eek" lol.
My mom and dad were kind of opposite types
As a matter of fact, my mom hid from me what she had read in the papers about the murders because my 1/2 brother (different dad) told me after I started the investigation that both him and mom knew about some mafia type connection, but they made the decision not to tell me because I apparently am "too much like my dad" lol. I asked him at that time, did you think by hiding these things I wouldn't grow up and want to know what happened? If anything, I would have been more prepared for the dangers involved.
Anyway, my dad and Fred I suspect are up there cheering.