Every Easter, my family used to travel to my great uncle's place in Massachusetts. Despite not living far, I only saw them once a year.
I'm not religious, but I still miss doing that every year. It was a family event, and one that I always looked forward to.
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If nothing else, a phone call would have been nice.
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Like that toy from 30 years ago, some things are resigned only to memory.
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