
The Language of Us
Doris Falidis-Nickolas’ poetry beautifully captures love, loss, and remembrance, offering comfort to those navigating grief.
It's been 8 years, dad. But it feels like 80. I wish you were still around to see my accomplishments and to help with my failings. Time doesn't make missing you any easier. Hope your enjoying a cold VB up there. Love, your son.
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