The single greatest day of my life. The birth of my daughter Emily. Second only to the day I married my best friend and soulmate. She's passed on. I've been walking this lonely path without her, going on thirty years. I hear our song when I walk through the woods. I remember holding her hand through the last great journey. I'll never forget the day she died. Emily and her husband, Vince, sat holding my hands. We watched God take her that night. The next day we went and ate at the Purple Steer, her favorite restaurant. We celebrated her life. I cried when Emily took out her sea salt from her purse, just like her mother would have.
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