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Yes, it's just an old brown recliner. Yes, it's beaten and worn and obviously well used. Yes, it's not even particularly pretty as a structural piece of furniture goes.

None of that matters, you see, because this was my Daddy's chair. And now it's my chair. For a long time, it still smelled like him and when I sat down it it, I could feel him still just "right there" very close and very comforting.

It's been almost four years since Daddy made the decision that he was done with the three day a week dialysis that was keeping his renal system cleared and keeping him alive. He made that final decision on a Friday morning. He went to God as the next Monday night rolled over to Tuesday morning. I was blessed to be the only one in the house awake and sitting with him as he took his last breath.

No - the chair doesn't smell like him anymore. But when I sit in it, I can still feel him just "right there," still very close and very comforting. And when this old chair hugs me, I know it's my Daddy's arms wrapping me in its warm embrace.

Yes. This old brown recliner is a whole lot more than just a place for me to sit. It's a place for me to feel loved.


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