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November 26, 2008
Your dad died on Christmas Eve. All these years and I had absolutely no idea. I remember being vaguely aware that he was ill but nothing else. I remember a cold night drinking outside at a house party, weeks or months later, when you broke down. I guess I got caught up in all the university festivities: finishing essays and chasing distractions. I just didnít notice what had happened. Five years of asking what you were doing for Christmas Ė telling you how much I loved this time of year. I see now why you donít. I think heíd be proud.