Father Said

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Father said that Autumn would never feel the same.
            He said it would never feel the same when the leaves die and change to the beautiful colors of red and orange and yellow - even if they were deceased. He told me that it wouldn't feel right when we stepped on the leaves and the hearing the sweet crunch below our feet. Father said that the scent of Autumn would not have the same feeling of care and sense.
            Father told me that Halloween couldn't ever feel the same without hand carving the pumpkins and placing them out on our balcony. He said that taking us kids out trick-or-treating would never feel the same without the hand-decorated pumpkin baskets - the ones with little designs on the back to separate ours from theirs.
        Father said that Thanksgiving would never feel the same without the perfectly roasted turkey and mashed potatoes and stuffing. He said that the feeling of family and welcoming would never be the same as it was before.        
        Father said that life in general could never feel the same. He said that it could never feel the same without you, without your welcoming hugs and kisses. He said it would never be the same because you've gone away, because you've died. 

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