What if?
I’ll never know.
Most likely neither will you.
My Dad passed away long before these questions surfaced.
Long before the desire, and courage, and determination – to question everything…
… and wonder… what if?
PS. Dad, I love you. Miss you. Wish you were here, so we could talk. And go camping. With your grandson.
Begs the question doesn’t it? Will situations like these change us?
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