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Wednesday, December 13, 2006
More Dad
Dad says hi.
He's in Abbotsford now and while he'll likely be in hospital for a couple of months more, he's recovering well and has nearly become quick enough to beat my sister Kathleen to his desserts.
A lot of people have contacted me lately to share thoughts and feelings and support. If you place any worth in the adage "judge a man by his friends" all I can say is that I'm a god-damned rock star. To everyone who has called and emailed and written and visited in the last few weeks,
thank you.
We all thank you.
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