Two days ago, my almost-85-year-old father died. It happened peacefully at home before breakfast on Monday morning. It was not unexpected -- on the contrary, he'd been battling MRSA for several years, and undergoing thrice-weekly kidney dialysis for over two years. He'd had a pretty full life: he served in the Army in Germany during WWII, got married, had 4 children, 14 grandchildren and 1 great-granddaughter (so far). He won photography awards year after year. Professionally, he was a …
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