Saying Goodbye to My FatherI was thirteen years old when I went to my first funeral. My father’s youngest sister, Freda, died suddenly from an aneurysm at age 30. She was the cool aunt, rebellious and artistic, the family's black sheep. When we arrived at her viewing, I waited my turn to see her, not…
Outside the Tent
Outside the Tent
Outside the Tent
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Outside the Tent
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