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The ground quaked under my feet engulfing me into it's core.

How was it that no one else noticed?

How was it so easily ignored?

Everyone carried on like it was just another day.

I am strangely, selfishly comforted...

They will never know the terrible price they have just paid.



In loving memory of my father, a man committed to his family as well as any passing stranger that needed a hand. I love you dad!

Interesting post. Must have loved your dad very much.

Deb.

I think it is a shame, with all the evil in the world today, a common, ordinary man can pass without any notice. Unless somone tells us, we just dont know, now you do. Thanks for listening.

BLM