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When you lose someone you love you must mourn. You will cry for them and dream about them and ask them if they are okay, a question which they cannot answer. They will stare at you with your own empty black eyes; they cannot tell you what you do not know yourself. You will burn at their loss and cringe at their ragged absence. But eventually ( Read more... )
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My father died of a botched hip operation, and the Board of Medical Examiners helped cover it up - even though the death certificate didn't mention the hip operation as required by law. So, I gave it up - we know how the top level of NJ government is corrupt, no matter which party is in office.
But though his physical remains are literally in a box in St. Mary Cemetery, what my father was lives on through his children and through his web memorial at http://senior.john-deltuvia.net/ .
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