Remembering Uncle Father

By Julie Wiskirchen '94

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When my mother had a stroke, I was 9,000 miles away. I was living in Sydney and rushed home to Saint. Louis, after saying a tearful and unexpected goodbye to friends I didn’t plan to leave for another month, when my job transfer was to end. I went back in time by crossing the International Date Line, but couldn’t get back far enough.…

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