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Why Worry
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My father died from complications of prostate
cancer in 1995.
He died almost to the day, 'living' out his last five years the doctors gave him when it
was first discovered.
A note, well worn and neatly folded, was found by me sometime later in his favourite
jacket pocket.
My father never wanted me to worry about him when he was sick...I guess in the end he was
right, but I couldn't see it at the time.
It's in the pocket, check it out.......
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