This time last year I was in a fever. An absolute panic. I had to send a package. It was a Father's Day gift. By this time I knew that it would be my dad's final one; he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer only a month before. I knew (we knew) it wouldn't be long. Why then was this woman who was behind the counter at Fed Ex unable to understand the urg…
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