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  1. End of a era -- goodbye dad

    My dad passed away on Sunday at the age of eighty-five a few months shy of eighty-six.

    He was a preemie, born in 1932, the sixth child of a large and growing French Canadian family. His mother died giving birth to number ten so his father had to remarry fast in order to find a caretaker for his young children. She bore another six kids to up the tally to sixteen, twelve of them female. My dad did not like to discuss his childhood but it was easily evident that it was not a good one. ...
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