What do you want to do with the events of your life?

Lose them to other people’s memories, or preserve them forever?

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When my father died in his bed, nearly all of his small family were with him in his bedroom where we’d set up the folding chairs.

There we sat, five or six people of various ages, staring at a shrunken and wasted man who was dying of cancer at

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