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2. After my dad’s death, I became fascinated by psychic medium ...

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   When my dad passed away a week before Christmas in 2023, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever put up a Christmas tree again. ... I became fascinated with the idea of our loved ones sending us messages ...

3. Remember Your Dad in Heaven When You Read These Quotes That ...

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   This Father's Day, commemorate the dads who've passed by reading these Father's Day in heaven quotes. These quotes are sweet, heartfelt, and sincere.

4. Because I could not stop for Death - Wikipedia

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   And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility — We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess — in the Ring — We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain — We passed the Setting Sun — Or rather — He passed Us — The Dews drew quivering and Chill — For only Gossamer, my Gown — My Tippet — only Tulle —

5. My Dad's Life Fell Apart. When He Died, I Logged Into His ...

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   “Daddy passed away last night,” he said, “at 3 a.m.” ... Thousands of densely written messages tumbled forth when we logged into his account — relentless communication between my father ...

6. Gone From My Sight - Wikipedia

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   Gone From My Sight", also known as the "Parable of Immortality" and "What Is Dying" is a poem (or prose poem) presumably written by the Rev. Luther F. Beecher (1813–1903), cousin of Henry Ward Beecher and Harriet Beecher Stowe. At least three publications credit the poem to Luther Beecher in printings shortly after his death in 1904. [1]

7. Skibbereen (song) - Wikipedia

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   She never rose, but passed away from life to immortal dream, And found a quiet grave, my boy, in dear old Skibbereen. "And you were only two years old and feeble was your frame. I could not leave you with your friends, you bore your father's name. I wrapped you in my cóta mór at the dark of night unseen.