Many of us who have lost our fathers keep relics to remind us of them. I carry an old briefcase in which I keep a copy of a letter from my dad. He wrote me almost every day when I was in high school and in college ? and until Alzheimer?s robbed him of the ability to write. Some notes were mundane ? about a baseball game or someone he bumped into on the street; some were attached to a book he wanted me to read. Sometimes he wrote about the previous night?s dinner conversation or about politics, and when the topic was behavior, he made clear what was and what was not acceptable.
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