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Day 22: Brothers
This morning, I’m at a hotel in Lexington, Kentucky, waiting to attend the funeral of my Uncle Johnny. He was my dad’s youngest brother and the last of the Marler boys in my dad’s generation. Uncle Johnny was a loving, … Continue reading →
Posted in Death, nostalgia
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Tagged Family, family-history, history, memoir, short-stories, Writing
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