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"Bing!"
It was the calender again. Reminding him that today is the day.
365 days. One year.
It's been that long.
Some days guilt would come knocking at the door, questioning his heart.
Has it been that long? Why doesn't it hurt as much anymore?
Perhaps it has really been that long, and the heart has finally started getting used to such absence. It's like the calm after the storm, when the dust finally settle.
One year. One long hard year. One year of crying. Reminiscing. Missing. Yearning. Regrets. Hating. Chasing. Dreaming. And finally, waking.
One year.
Putting his hand on his heart, not too long now.
It's been a year. It's time.
He inhaled deeply for the first time in a long while.
Walking past rows upon rows of restful place, 'til his footsteps stopped in front of one with the name engraved 'Donald Sanders'.
It's been a long hard year.
"Hi, dad... I'm here."
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