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Today my father would be 99 years old. It’s been almost four years since he died of Congestive Heart Failure. The Georgia he came from seems both nearby and like another planet. I couldn’t be more different from my father, and I couldn’t be more similar. Here’s a story I wrote on my mother’s birthday, my older daughter’s birthday, two days after my father passed away.