My father rode down King Street for the last time just before noon on Saturday, May 27.
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Dad’s Last Ride
Category: Life and Death
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My Father’s Eulogy
John Peter Illo never learned to swim in water, yet he swam at odds with the cultural flow, cross grain to the tide.
Sometimes a little walk is all you need to tug your world back into focus.
It seems to her that humans have only one spring, one summer, one fall, and if they’re lucky — or not, depending on your perspective — one winter.
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One Hundred and Twenty Hours
One hundred and twenty hours after my mother took her last breath, we gathered around a deep hole and covered her casket in roses.