My Dad’s Secret to an Eternal Relationship

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Time flies, you say.

Not so.

Time stays, we go.

-Martin V. Dickel

I feel like I must have been around 12 years old. As with most childhood memories it is both cloudy in terms of its exact timing, yet profoundly clear in the details of what occurred. My dad and I were looking over some of my Opa’s poetry and he read…