This holiday has become somewhat more special to me these past years. It was my father's holiday because he collected hearts. He was born with a hole his his heart which was fixed in the early 60s, before they had perfected the procedure. In later years, he had to have a pacemaker and he eventually died of a heart attack.
Last year it became special because Kenny sent me a bouquet of roses at work.
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