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A Funeral Purloined

From the Column, “The Art of Seeing” My father died on February 24, 2020.  He was ninety-six years old.  He had a troublesome heart and difficulty maintaining his balance.  In his last years he was best described by the words of the old adage, “…nothing but skin and bone.”  He died in his sleep, lying next to his wife– […]