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March 12, 2019
It's my fatherís birthday. Heís lying in the Southeastern corner of Evergreen Cemetery in the town where I grew up. He can see his home from where he is planted. It is the house he built by hand himself on the lot his mother gave him. Someone else lives in that house now. My sister, however lives next door, and her daughter lives next door to her, and you can see both those houses from my fatherís grave. He is sleeping next to his oldest daughter. Sheís been there a for a long time. I donít know where Iíll sleep.