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Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Heart of Gold just came on my Pandora stream, a song I always associate with my friend M, when she was going to school in New York. I stayed with her there in her dorm room when I was on the way to Paris, and she played the song over and over, picking up the needle and dropping it back on the worn piece of vinyl turning on the stereo. An analog world, universes away. We were both impossibly young.
This morning I got an email from her; her mother died last week. There's no way to describe the place her mother had in my life: she was a force of nature, loud and open and opinionated where everyone in my family was tamped down and bottled up. She'd been living in San Francisco recently, but I hadn't been able to see her: M and some of her siblings have had a falling out of almost Balzacian dimensions, and those siblings had taken control of the mother's life as her health failed. And now she's dead. And I am, like Neil Young himself, growing old.
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