What I Do on This Day
What’s the T.S. Elliot line? April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Yeah. Three years ago today, my dad, after an epic and days-long struggle with chemo-related pneumonia, breathed his last breath. In true Joel Dobbin fashion, it was as much [...]
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