Dad
September 9th 2019 This is the essay I’ve been putting off, avoiding, for years. How can I do justice in words to my dear old dad? Only a handful of people alive now remember him – myself, my sister and Bill Mulqueen, my cousin. When we are gone, Dad will be entirely forgotten. He will have no grandchildren to carry on his bloodline, because my sister and I are both childless. His name is carved on a gravestone
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