I'm not accustomed to be away from you,
to not having your presence the moment I wake up,
to not smelling the scent of the coffee you sip in the morning,
to not helping you make the bed,
to not having you tell me about your weird dream,
to not watching the weather forecast with you,
to not laughing together about absolutely nothing.
I'm still not accustomed to have no you.
PS: I miss you, Dad.
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