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Dear Ann Landers,
want to thank you for the encouragement you give your readers to mend family fences before it is too late. You printed a letter from a woman who said her brother had little contact with his father, who was dying. I, too, was estranged from my father for several years, but we reconciled our differences a couple of months before he died, thanks to you. I am so grateful I took the time to read your column the day that letter appeared. I immediately related it to my own situation and helped care for my father at the end of his life. I also told him how much I loved him for the first time, and it made a world of difference. I have been estranged from my mother for many years, as well, and recently learned that my stepfather is terminally ill and has only a few months to live. It made me realize the torment she must be going through. I decided to call my mom and tell her how much I love her before it is too late. Thank you, Ann, for those wonderful words of wisdom. Your advice helped me have no regrets when I lost my dad, and now, I am going to make sure I have no regrets with my mom, either.

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, who fell from the Garrison Dam, but I saw the second letter, and it brought back memories. When I was a 20-year-old engineering student at the University of North Dakota, I got a summer job on the Garrison Dam. I worked as The Rfsi k Am La in he rs / 2 3 7 an inspector on the surge tanks, and one of my primary responsibilities was to see that the contractors followed safety standards such as wear-ing safety belts on the scaffolds. I had been on the job only about a week when Roger Daub came tumbling down. After that happened, I changed my major from engi-neering to math. Nobody falls 150 feet in math.

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