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It is easier as the years go by, but I still miss him…
Today was my father’s yahrzeit, the anniversary of his death in the Hebrew calendar. He died 42 years ago, accidentally, at the age of 44. Two more years and he will be dead as long as he was alive. That will be a strange milestone… Every year, near the end of December, I get email…
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Gone, 34 years…
I’ve been absent from this virtual space for awhile. My last post was in October and it was prompted by the book club I belong to (From Left To Write). And, prior to that, I was posting from Sierra Leone. This month, January, is the month that my father died, 34 years ago. My daughter was…
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Still pondering mortality…
This morning continued a theme which has been running strong for 5-yo J for the past two days, but, I realize, thanks to this blog, that its been a theme for the whole month, starting with this post – death, and most particularly, what to make of the death of one’s parents. But, I’m not…
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Mulling over mortality
On the way to preschool today, J asked, “Why did Reaghan have to die? I wish she was still alive.” “All animals have to die sometime – dogs, and even people”, I answered. “Lions don’t die – they kill other animals”, was his comeback. “Yes, even lions die when they get old.” “No! Lions only…
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Veterans Day, Observed
I had to work today – so I drove in to work, but, as it happened, I ended up listening to a New Yorker – Out Loud podcast: http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/culture/2012/10/out-loud-reckoning-with-iraq.html From the website: “In the current issue of The New Yorker, Dexter Filkins writes about an ex-Marine seeking forgiveness from the family of the Iraqi civilians his unit killed.…
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NaBloPoMo – yes, really!
Oh, what have I done! My dear friend, who blogs at For Fathers Only, did the NaBloPoMo challenge last year, and I remember reading his posts and thinking “I’ll never get myself committed to that!” But, then, an email came through my inbox today, inviting/challenging me to go for it, and, almost without thinking (although…
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My words…30 years later
4-year old J was up and about this past Sunday morning, and we, his parents, were dozing and trying to catch just a few more minutes of sleep. J pulled an envelope out of the drawer in my nightstand and handed it to me, asking “What’s this?” I had no idea, and I opened my…