A Midday Break

In my "sanctuary" enjoying a La Casita Criolla by Pete Johnson, and reading a book by Robert Wuthnow.
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Life can be a bitch, but you just have to keep keepin' on; shake it off and move along.

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My father is a unique man. I don't think I have met anyone quite like him, although I know some of you will know someone close to you exactly like him. How shall I start? In no particular order, allow me to spew some random factoids out there:

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Let me begin by saying this letter isn't intended to hurt, to shame or to criticise. This letter isn't even about me venting buried pressure from years of frustration. Plainly said, this letter isn't rooted in any kind of grudge or bitterness. It is with an open, honest an vulnerable heart that I share the following.
I thought very hard about this format, and although I know it'll cause pain and I'll catch negative feedback, in my heart this is the best way forward.

Dad,

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