My dad pinched our cheeks. Mine. Sally's. Janie's. All the time. His hands were always so cold, and he would actually pinch a little hard. But it was his way of telling us he thought we were so pretty.
This is one of the thousands of photos taken at my wedding. It never jumped out at me until after my dad passed away. But it is my favorite. Because it completely captures us.
I am trying to remember how it felt. That pinch. My dad has been gone 2 months today. I feel such an overwhelming sense of loss. I just want him back. More than anything in the world.
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