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3:36 p.m. - 2008-06-24 That was the day Dad died. Soon I was reliving Dad's passing from the earth. I held his hand as his mouth made one last attempt to draw air. Then he gave up and left us. I had previously asked my father why he did not cry at his dad's funeral. He told me that during the war in Europe he had seen so many people die in horrible situations that it was a blessing that his father passed away in a comfortable bed. Dad died in a comfortable bed but I still cried.
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