Gone away

Fourteen years ago, my grandfather died. He spent the last four and a half years of his life missing his wife. He visited the mausoleum, two miles from where they lived, at least twice a day. He died five days before his 73rd birthday. His funeral was actually the day of his birthday – February […]

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On Death and Expectations

Today my great-grandmother would have been 110 years old. That’s a pretty amazing age for anyone to live to, but in my family, it’s practically unheard of. Grandma, as I called her, died at 78. I was five years old, and hers was the first wake I ever attended. In hindsight, I can say with […]

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