My Dad passed away last month. He’d been sick for a several years, and surprised us all with his persistence, but I sensed it was finally the end so I flew out to Missoula, Montana to see him one final time. He was what they call the Silent generation; born in New York in 1934. The Silents were too young to go to WWII but experienced it during their …
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