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1 days before my wedding, dad called: “i’m not wal…

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the aisle. The front row center seat was empty. It was the premium chair traditionally reserved for the father of the bride. A small white card resting on the wooden seat bore the name David Russell. I had printed that card on heavy card stock months ago when I still believed my father might show up for me. Thomas did not hesitate. He picked up the continue reading …

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