I was Oliver’s partner for the last six years of his life. What I learned from reading a forthcoming volume of his letters surprised even me.
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In the fading light of my father’s life, I watched helplessly as the man I once knew as vibrant and full of life slowly withered away. Though I loved him fiercely as a son, I did not realize how great my father was until years after his death. The post The Last Time I Saw My Father appeared first on The Republic.
I was Oliver’s partner for the last six years of his life. What I learned from reading a forthcoming volume of his letters surprised even me.
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