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17 July 2009

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Kendra D'Emilia

I am still crying while I take a few moments to comment. Having lost my father two years ago, I also have come to realize that I will never find him at the cemetery if I go to visit. He is present in the living things he has left behind; my curly hair and bushy eyebrows, my son's eyes, my brother's hands... Thank you for sharing such a poignant lesson.

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