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By Holly Burns

I sent the e-mail and waited. And then the replies started coming in and I was flabbergasted. I was flabbergasted, and I do not use that word lightly. There were so many memories, and they were all so lovely. They came from the '50s, '60s, '70s, from every decade between now and the day my dad was born. They came from my mother, my siblings, my grandma, my dad's friends from high school, his sister, an old girlfriend, my mother's old boyfriend, my dad's first boss, a colleague at his first job, from people who hadn't seen my dad in 40 years, from people I hadn't even contacted originally but who had been told about the project by someone else. They typed them and handwrote them. They mailed them and e-mailed them.