The last gift from my father was B.B. King's blues on CD.
A week after my father's death my mother handed me
one of the towels she bought as a gift for the guests
coming to the funeral, as it is customary. This towel
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Lovely poem. The love you have for your father really comes through.
Very touching indeed. Love between a daughter and father can not be faded away like a color of towel. Quite emotional too. Thanks very much for sharing.