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Mon, May 3, 2010 at


We're sitting around in the cottage with my mother.
She's telling us about my grandfathers last days, the unreal funeral that took place, the people that showed up that no one knew of, the condolences letters that came in from every political office some expected and others that drew a question mark.
It made me even sadder that I didn't get to attend, and be there for my father.

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