Article June 10, 2002 ISSUE

A letter to my father

By Linda Shaver

Dear Pops,

Where are you when my garden needs planting and the fence fixing? You were always so good at that! I have memories of our beautiful yard near Boston, those glorious begonias you loved so much, the delicious tomatoes and beans, the big old weeping willow tree you planted that grew and grew. It got into the water pipes. What a mess!

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