Remembering my father upon his death day. He had just turned 59. This year I will turn 59. Can't believe it's been 39 years. And I can't believe that only three of us are left of the seven. "Time like an ever rolling stream soon bears us all away / We fly forgotten as a dream dies at the op'ning day."
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Thank you for the memories. All four left this earth far too early.
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