My Dad, the reluctant hero

The author’s father, around 1967

When my dad passed away in 2015 (on Cinco de Mayo, so that’s one holiday ruined for good), it was sudden, but not exactly unexpected. He’d had a dissecting aortic aneurysm in February, something most people don’t survive at the outset. He’d gotten lucky, but his luck didn’t hold out. Just when he was beginning to make progress toward recovery, his wife came back from golf one afternoon and found him on the bed, his Kindle on his lap, head…

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Jennifer K

Jennifer K

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