Portrait of my Father

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He’d have been 94, if he’d lived to his next birthday, in 16 days. Every morning, when I wake, I remember him. His photos are scattered around; in a group with his grandchildren and great-grandsons, in a wedding party with Martha, my mother, the love of his life. He’s always smiling.