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I lost my father in 1996 when I was 18 to an overdose. He had been through treatment so many times, was a felon and could not vote so I know he went through the criminal justice system. He had his life back together, new truck, great job as a supervisior. He just could never totally quit and it finally killed him at age 45. He loved me and our family so much but the drug would not let go. He would have loved to meet his twin grand-duaghters born in 2005. They have his thick and beautiful hair. I miss him and his talents every day. I often think, man dad we needed your help on this project today or I wish I could get something welded up. Such an empty place that he left in our lives. I love you dad and miss you everyday.

Thank you for this topic.

Sarah in Portland

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