Cynthia Hockaday
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A Daughter's Final Farewell
An enigma to most all of us, it is only recently that I have come to understand who I believe my father was and the gifts he left to his heirs. I imagine a handsome, beguiling young man, full of life, full of knowledge and full of dreams, chasing from one star to the next, until the day he was mesmerized by the sunbeam that was my mother's beautiful smile. I see his enchantment at the sight of her, the sound of her voice... (posted by Cynthia 3 years 71 days ago.)
An enigma to most all of us, it is only recently that I have come to understand who I believe my father was and the gifts he left to his heirs. I imagine a handsome, beguiling young man, full of life, full of knowledge and full of dreams, chasing from one star to the next, until the day he was mesmerized by the sunbeam that was my mother's beautiful smile. I see his enchantment at the sight of her, the sound of her voice... (posted by Cynthia 3 years 71 days ago.)
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