This is bittersweet for me to read. My father died when I was 3, during Operation Linebacker II, while serving as a Captain in the USAF piloting a B-52 Stratofortress. My kid is just 19. He's further along than his age, but these last few years have compacted it. Count yourself lucky if you lived this progression in full from either end. I won't. www.redactedscience.org ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ‘† Science is Redacted

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I am beginning to appreciate the bitterness because now I am able to taste something sweet. This achieved is through an unsatiable hunger and a flame that burns eternally. Low and slow. For a long time I thought I had a lot to learn from my father here in the world that I somehow lost out on when the cancer treatment made his life unlivable. As I continue to solve problems with authority I have no right to have or confidence in solutions and systems or flavors that are clearly correct and solid but missing from regular life, I realize that I have been learning and living and walking with my father in heaven for years. Calling us to simply do what comes naturally. When I have no more words that work I end up landing on my knees and looking for the big guns (words from the book) that is how I intend to save my bacon. โค๏ธ
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