The last few days have been spent traveling some of the bleak roads of the midwest in midwinter on our way to the funeral of my partner’s grandmother. Like most family gatherings of this kind, it was a kind of miasma of joy and regret and eye-rolling and hugs. Also like many midwestern families, my …
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memorials are for the living
Life After Death A few years ago, we thought my Dad was going to die. He had an unexplained malady, they were going to try and operate, but frankly it didn’t look good. However, he had time to get his affairs in order, to talk to all of us kids about various items he was …