My saddest day in Snippets
- Sept. 17, 2013, 5:43 a.m.
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My dad died on September 1, 1983. This is the dad from my first foster family. The place I called home. I have fond memories of eating crumpets. Cups of tea and toast cheese and celery with Branston pickle. roast beef with Yorkshire pudding and gravy.
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