This past Sunday, after five years of impatiently waiting for the moment, I finally got to speak to a cousin who was the main person in my birth father’s life at the time of his death. His death certificate was dated 32 years ago today. Much like a time of death can be (and much like my doctored adoption birth certificate has proven to be), his death da…
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