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This is my first Christmas without you, Dad.
No call to Mormor’s house,
no familiar voice wishing us all
a good Christmas,
like you always did.
Everything’s here — the lights, the food,
the people —
but something’s off.
I keep waiting for the phone to ring.
You’ve been gone since January,
but being here makes me feels it the most.
I miss you in the ordinary moments,
and I love you through the quiet.
Phillipe Gentile
Miss you Daddy.
