First Person is a daily personal piece submitted by readers. Have a story to tell? See our guidelines at tgam.ca/essayguide. Illustration by Mary Kirkpatrick The final conversation I had with my father lasted three years and ended the day he died, just a few weeks short of his 99th birthday. As his mobility decreased, he moved to a long-term care residence in Toronto. During my first visit, he spoke about something we had never talked about before, the Death March. This was the forced evacuation from concentration and prisoner of war camps in brutal winter conditions toward the end of...
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