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A Knockout At the End

My parents were far from preachy. They went to church separately and I went to the children’s service separately as well. But as a family we went to many Irish wakes that enabled me last New Year’s Day to look death in the eye when my daughter died after a long fight to live. I’m old enough now to listen for the bell signaling my own last round with death. Hard to believe I've made it this far. I may even lead on points but any bookie will tell you death by a knockout at the end. Donal Mahoney

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