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Apr 2017
my Father can truly be described as an 'Old Timer'
his numbered birthdays are many
Its awful to say but you expect the phone call any day
and have done for years
He is the last of his generation of relatives
the oldest still alive
its a strange kind of waiting and expectation mixed together, like a great aged cycle of life is being fulfilled and is very close to coming to its end.
Written by
nivek
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