I NEVER GOT

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       I never got to say goodbye.

       I never got to cry.

       I never got to ask why.

       I really wanted to know, why did you have to go.

    One more time, I wanted to walk.

    One more time, I wanted to talk.

    

      

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This reminds me of talking to my Father. He passed away very unexpectedly. I was planning a trip home to see him after many years. It just did not happen except to go for his funeral. Life is so hard sometimes.

Blessings,
Lesa