Saying Good-bye

A few years ago, after the death of my mother, I invited my father to leave Oklahoma, our home state and to come and live with me in California. It was a very special and happy time for both of us to reunite. This time, we were living under the same roof not solely as father and son but as two grown, single men. It was great for me to learn more about my father and our history as a family. Because now, unlike when I was a kid growing up, I was very interested in learning about our family heritage.

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