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</html><description>&nbsp; Pondering this question on Father&#x2019;s Day; the 11th one since my dad, Moish, died on April 3, 2008. As he took his last breath, in the hospital bed in the den in the condo he and my mom lived in since the early 90s in their transplanted home of South Florida, I said goodbye&hellip;</description><thumbnail_url>https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/10247428_10204017598898460_803533261216312011_n.jpg?_nc_cat=100&amp;_nc_oc=AQkt0yfK_Ol9qOTQZoG-GzP4QDk75fcZa4JMsz_aFsXEBFtCAGTjO3-8KYgcwlh7PNxd-KDqYQDeUIeJrB-JuQ0y&amp;_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&amp;oh=e3cbd948e1ded572df740b48b5982b07&amp;oe=5D7B5592</thumbnail_url></oembed>
