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in any eloquent words, but just blurted out“ I wish I could be Freddy

”

now.

Dennis looked into his father’s face - those dark brown eyes
looked intently back at him, with a stark honesty and with uncon-
ditional love. Dennis was speechless. He had always known _ his
father to never flinch from life’s responsibilities. Now Alphy was
telling his son that he was ready to face death. Dennis looked at the
small, courageous face in front of him, and he fought back the tears.
Still holding to his father’s arm, the two made their way slowly
back, Dennis with a lump in his throat, choking back the tears.

Alphy was eighty-four years old at the time of Freddy’s death.
In his own way, he knew he had almost reached the end of life’s
journey. Alphy was ready for whatever lay ahead, beyond this life.

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