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Friday, October 26, 2012

Deer Dad

When I first saw the Memory Box Deer family die, I thought of my father.  He loved to go deer hunting.  When I would go with him, I would lead him astray so we wouldn't kill any of the beautiful deer.  I don't know if he ever knew.  This will be the first Christmas without him.  I still miss his hearty laugh.

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