It was a hot sunny afternoon and there I saw my father. He’d been dead for about a year but I knew all along that I would run into him. He was coming back from the grocery store and had a small bag of groceries in his hand. He was standing pensative at the doorway of the building he now lived in. He didn’t have much to say because he was busy. But he acknowledged me and I him. He had to go on with his new life. I only saw him very briefly but I knew now that he was in his next stage.
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