I searched for a photograph of my father and I for this post. This is it. The one and only. Me studying the ground while being supported by my grandmother while he dresses up for Easter in a perfect 1970s pink polyester suit. It makes sense, the lack of photographic evidence this man is my father, since he was practically gone by the time I was born, of…
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