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The night I killed my father
I draw the line at saying murdered, though that’s what my mother thought. After he – my father, her husband – died, she began telling strangers that my sister and I had abandoned her. I know this because a friend … Continue reading →
Posted in Thinking, or ranting, or both
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Tagged children, dying, family, fear of dying, nearest and dearest
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MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 