To what extent should I censor these entries? Not that my father had anything to hide, or that anything I’d write would trouble anyone. But this is not my life, it’s his, and I owe him more than respect.
On the other hand, this is my project. He’s gone, and truth is its own justification.
On yet another hand, this is my account of his life. I’m the one choosing what to reveal, and subjectively spinning his words and deeds and what others thought of him into a story with an arc.
Who’s life is it, anyway?
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