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I was at my dad's house in Bellingham, Washington in the fall of 2002 getting ready to move back to Portland and go back to work after
my 18-month journey, when my dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. I decided to stay in Bellingham to help take care of him,
but sadly, he passed away a few months later. My father grew up during the Great Depression, fought in World War II, and then became
a leading educational planner in America and overseas. He was intelligent, modest, compassionate and a real visionary, and we all
miss him dearly.
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