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A Year, 2 Days, But Who’s Counting: Remembering my Dad, Peter Workman

I was going to write something about my dad as the one year mark of his death approached.   And then I was going to write on the actual anniversary itself.  But I didn’t.  The pressure, I guess.  I don’t go out to dinner on Valentine’s Day with my husband either.  The expectations, right?  Who needs that?  And really, what to say?  I miss him?  He was pretty amazing in so many ways?  Yes, it’s true. So a couple of days before the anniversary of his death (sidebar: I am not a fan of the word “passing”.  I know it brings …

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