melancholy

"So died a man both great and good, who, like all the erring human race, mingled some defects with his virtues; yet they were with him so open and natural that they enable us the better to feel the reality of his excellences, as part of a character that is set before us in all its merely human proportions, and claims no ideal perfection."

http://www.queenofscots.co.uk/culloden/cull.html

I'm missing my dad tonight.

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