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I hadn't talked to (my uncle) Paul since my mom Doris died in January 2013. I was in the hospital recovering from colon surgery when I spoke with him. No phone calls, no visits--he didn't want to talk to me. I cried and said goodbye to my mother Irma's brother. I was afraid he was left there to rot. Paul deserved respect and to be well-taken care of. I warned him that after I got better, I'd look him up. This is my Florida Mission.
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