Father’s Day<\/a>, fixated on the fuzzy computer image, it was the preservation of my father\u2019s bright face and the sound of his laughter. And of all the pixelated memories of being my father\u2019s daughter. For days after, I talked to him, and walked in the warmth of his smile.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n
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On a small computer screen, in a blurred DVD converted from an old VHS recording, bleared further through my tears, I watched my father laughing. I\u2019d last seen his face in 2009. He wasn\u2019t laughing then. At the end of his life, he was angry, ready to go. Done.<\/p>\n