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I guess I was lucky. Mom had the flag that was on my dad's coffin. When she passed away, the pastor at the memorial service presented us with a flag in honor of mom's service as a military wife. She had also co-written (with me) several published stories about her experiences during the bombing of Pearl Harbor and her take on freedom. When we were going through things a couple of months after mom died, my brother asked me, "Which do you want?" He was smiling because he knew what a tight relationship I had had with my dad; he was momma's boy! I got Dad's flag and he got mom's!
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