I wrote this a few years ago, part of my non-Pulitzer Prize winning little production, The Father and Child Companion (available from Amazon, here, for a penny). Immodestly, I looked it up while trying to find appropriate pieces for a daughter to say at her father's funeral (inexplicably, she chose some Shakespeare instead). There are naturally all sorts of bits I'd change, but in a certain gloopy way it is quite affecting.
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