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My Father is, wonderfully, still turning to meet the day.
My Mother passed away in 1990...she was my magnetic north, my compass on all things important. She died from cancer a month before I left for the first PGW.
It gets easier, but only marginally so, 'Coupe...from the look on both their faces, humor seems to have been a constant companion. Never forget the laugh, the well earned creases sprung from smiles.
Celebrate his life.
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1996 FJ80.
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