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Out of my system.


Ten days after I got back to MA, ten day after my dad’s memorial service, the message came that Gram was about to pass. And for eight weeks, I had thought I was going to be okay with that message, that after everything we had gone through – I was going to be okay with that message.  But I wasn’t, and ten days after I had been home in MA, I was packing up and heading to CT. Again.

An aside-

-there about fourteen stories I have to tell you in this one post to get to the ending, so please hold on, I’ll get there.

When Papa was in the hospital – I had a lot of new CT area code numbers in my phone.  And one day when I meant to dial my mother – I dialed my grandfather. Read the rest of this entry

to stand up and say


April 2, 2011

Washington Irving said —

“There is sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief…and unspeakable love.”

There is a lot of pressure to stand up here and to speak about my father in a way that is fitting and right.

And then to get through this while standing upright, and without tears.
— But then there has already been time for tears, plenty, this week . . .this month.

I don’t know how to stand up here and even begin to put all of papa into a short page of writing.

The number one thing they tell writers is that they must write what they know, and what I know is that this week my Papa passed away Read the rest of this entry