Having opened up my narrative and reread it, I have noticed some things. There are parts of it I am proud of and parts of it that I will continue to work on as I finish the piece. So my job for tonight, finish the piece and try to make it come together as a first draft, a rough draft. I hope to finish this tonight once I get home to my parents' house. Surrounded by memories and with my Dad, I hope that will help me find my way before I am finished with this piece. I know that I want to paint a picture of the man I know and how special he is to me, but more than that I want others to feel the angst I feel at the mention of the possibility that one day he might not be here. Isn't that always the terribly awful part of loving someone, the fact that one day for one reason or another that very person might be parted from you.
Yet as I write this, I feel so selfish, as I know that I have been incredibly blessed to have had this man in my life for as long as I have. There are so many others that have never known the love of a father or grown up with that love. My son is one of those, but yet he knows the love of an amazing grandfather, that loves him as much as anyone could. Still others who have lost those they love long before they ever should have in their life time. Yet this is the heartbeat of what I hope readers will understand, as they read my piece.
(Prior to finishing the piece - a second look)
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