Poor Man’s Meal

The holidays bring lots of memories and they always, always make me think of my dad. This was our third Christmas without him and I always get a little weepy thinking about it. I miss him so much. He was real salt of the earth type of man. He was a good man. He worked hard every single day of his life to make sure that his family was taken care of, that we had everything we needed and a lot of what we wanted. It wasn’t always like that though.

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