That’s my dad’s name.
When he was the age of this picture, he called himself, “Abby Siddey”.
My dad died on March 20, 1997.
And I can’t say that I believe there has been one day, since that day, in which I haven’t thought of him.
Even if it was just a thought about my awareness of him not being here anymore.
Miss you, dad. Everyday.
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