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My dad died less than a week before I turned 13.
40 years ago. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him. I miss him. He was truly a nice person. I try to make him proud every day. Some days that is harder than others.
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This is my dad and me when I was 7 or 8. He died when I was 12. November 14, 1922 - June 22, 1979 RIP 39 years without my dad.   Irises are my favourite flower. My dad used to plant them. Purple, blue and yellow ones used to fill the garden with colour in the late Spring.
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