A Study in Remembrance

2/26

I’ve been thinking about funerals.  Funerals and death.

My great aunt died earlier this week.  We weren’t very close; I loved her because she always sent me a ten-dollar bill on my birthday, and she called me beautiful when I didn’t think I was. I knew her for only a fraction of her life, only as my elderly aunt with big glasses.

The younger generation is cheated in that way.  Continue reading

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