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us in our shared grief. Instead, I followed a script called, is healthy, smashing a tennis ball for the winning point; “Let’s Pretend.” other times, he is leaning on his crutches, taking one brave step after another across the terrazzo floor at Pretty Penny.  My father died at 52; my mother put a blanket of In the distance, I see a sailboat traveling upriver.  I still heirloom, white roses over his grave, and as we left the cannot pray, but if there is a Heaven, I want to be there cemetery, snowflakes fell gently from the sky.   with him. And the Beatles play on: “The time will come when you see / We’re all one and life flows on within you Forty years later, I still dream of my father; sometimes he and without you.”   Loren Stephens is a two-time nominee for the Pushcart Prize. Her work has appeared in MacGuffin, The Summerset Review, Forge, Lunch Ticket, The Chicago Tribune, The Los Angeles Times and The Montreal Review to name a few. She is president of Write Wisdom, a ghostwriting company. In 2016, Waldorf published “Paris Nights: My Year at the Moulin Rouge” by Cliff Simon with Loren Stephens, which was named one of the top indie titles from Kirkus Reviews. She tried out for cabaret-singing camp and was rejected. 12