He never wore a bruins hat and she certainly does not look much like him at all. But when she looked my way that morning with her hat perched on the top of her head, in exactly the same way he used to, I saw my Dad. It struck me so hard I had to gasp. Tears unshed stinging my eyes. I'm glad I can see him in glimpses, but I'd much rather have him here, sitting beside me, looking ridiculous in a too small hat, and making me laugh.
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