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Monday, February 25, 2008
I'm pretty sure my father didn't believe that death was inevitable, at least not in his case. Three years ago today he was proved wrong, although there was something in his way of going that suggests a combination of will, petulance, and despair, rather than the sheer force of biological imperative. My parents were married in February and a couple of weeks later I was conceived (they were both 26, ancient for that generation, and anxious to get a move on). What would have been my mother's 83rd birthday was Saturday, and today is the anniversary of Dad's death. In the shortest month of the year.
posted by jeev |
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