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Yes, my dad died at 64, many years ago. I never got over it and constanting think of the things he yet wanted to do, about the things whe might have talked about had he lived to a "proper age". The beauty is that when you love someone like you obviously do, he lives on in your heart. Dying is part of life and the unfortant part is that he died so young and of an often painful disease.
Remember the good things and keep him close in year heart.
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