When I’m Gone
Rafael Zoehler
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Dad left me a single letter, written a year or so before he died when he’d been quite ill. Perhaps unexpectedly he’d got better and tucked it inside a book after it wasn’t needed at the time. It only turned up several years later. Reading the single page felt like I’d managed to call him on the phone, just for a few minutes.

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