Marlboro Reds

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High school graduation is a month away. As valedictorian, I am asked to give a speech but somehow I get out of it. My brain turns to oatmeal after dad’s death. I don’t remember much between dad’s memorial service and graduation. Is it the cold medicine I take for a cough — and then a little longer — that pleasantly numbs my senses? I flo…