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Written by Diaz Bela

Seorang ibu milenial, ex-News TV Reporter, dan digital enthusiast. Saya menulis tentang hal-hal yang saya sukai: pengalaman, opini, traveling, kuliner, dan lain-lain.

2 Agustus 2013

You guys don’t get it, okay? None of you do. My dad was my hero. And he was my teacher. And he was my best friend. He always came through for me, and now he’s just gone. And what am I left with?

(Plays static message and yells at the sky)

Thanks a lot God, thank you. You took my father. The greatest man that I have ever known, and you whipped him off this Earth, way too young. And he’ll never get to meet our kids, Lily. But we’ve got this voice mail. Thank you so much for the voice mail, it’s a great comfort. Because whenever I’m starting to feel lonely, or sad, or maybe a little bit cheated, at least I’ve got the sound of his pocket to console me. How is this fair? You’ve got an entire human life, and it just ends for no reason. And what are we left with?

(Marshall- HIMYM S6E14) 

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