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A few weeks ago my father passed away. Like me he was an Atheist. Like me he had been one since he was a young man. I was
six when I “became” one, or rather realized, like with Santa, the Easter Bunny,
ghosts and all, it was all made up.
So in keeping with my father’s wishes we had a non-religious funeral. I gave the eulogy. I spoke about his
life. What he had achieved as a young
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