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It was a little after seven in the morning when I learned that my grandfather had died. He was 98 years old. I was in the kitchen, fussing over a coffee pot and a fussy two-month-old son after a bad night’s sleep on the couch with a head cold. I glanced at my email as the coffee brewed and read a simple, solemn message from my father…

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