Every year at Christmas, my father has a ritual.He pours a large tumbler of Scotch, goes into his bedroom, shuts the door and listens to tapes I made of conversations with my grandma before she died 22 years ago.Back when her death was still raw, he would listen and cry.Now I'm at the point where I hear her voice and just feel close to her again, Dad told me.
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