FIERY ANGELS

In June 2008 my father was diagnosed with leukemia and given 2-3 months to live. He lived another year and only missed his 80th birthday by a couple days. I would sit with him after work and watch football and old movies. I would always carry a couple index cards with me to doodle on while we sat and talked.

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