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A beautiful story

The tears are rolling down my cheeks as I finish reading Brent’s tribute to his father, Alan. What a beautiful story. My parents divorced early on, when I was nine, in 1953, so I really have no memories, but Alan sounds like “my kind of father!”

I’m looking now for more Kleenex. Thank you, Brent, and thank you, Alan.

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The tears are rolling down my cheeks as I finish reading Brent’s tribute to his father, Alan. What a beautiful story. My parents divorced early on, when I was nine, in 1953, so I really have no memories, but Alan sounds like “my kind of father!”

I’m looking now for more Kleenex. Thank you, Brent, and thank you, Alan.

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