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Coffee, Dad?

Thank you.

Postcard from 50 years ago.
A photo of my Dad’s postcard sent 50 years ago was addressed when I was barely a year old.

I haven’t seen or talked to Dad for three years. Like with most father and son relationships, ours is complicated.

It didn’t have to be, but life happens. As a child, I have expectations of what a parent should be when I have no expectations of how I should be as their child.

We don’t see our parents, other than that, our parents. We don’t see them as men or women. We…

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