My father was killed last week. He was crushed by a tree he cutting down. He has done this work all of his life. It was a freak thing that happened. He was only 67. I really needed him to live longer than he did. I miss him terribly.
It kind of puts all this petty body image crap into perspective. I don't know what I weigh right now. I don't think my father ever cared
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I'm so, so, sorry to read this. So sorry for your loss. Losing a parent is so difficult. You'll be in my thoughts.
Thanks for your kind thoughts GeekGirl. It's been tough, but I've got a lot of support and love from friends and family. I know it will get easier...
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