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stepfather 

When you first met my mother,  there  was no way to know, that over time I'd love you too, as years would come and go. I never dreamt the closeness, that I feel now... towards you, would ever really come to be, that you'd be kind and true. and though we've had our trials, as families always do, I'll be forever grateful, for the friend that I found in you. Your life was a blessing, your memory a treasure, beyond words you will be missed beyond measure. A loving stepfather like you proves that love has no boundaries of biology. I miss you. 

♥R.I.P ROBIN ♥

♥06.22.17 ♥

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