Reflections on Living and Dying
I decided to tell the story of lunch today, to give a snapshot of life . . . “Would you like some lunch?” I asked Grandpa after I came back from my bike ride. “Are you hungry?” “Are you hungry?” Grandpa repeated back to me. “Would you like something to eat?” I asked, rephrasing the […]
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There is an unfortunate tendency to dwell on disasters. It makes compelling reading, and often the disasters are the only thing which bestir us enough to write. As a result of this fact, my posts here have tended to be a long litany of one bad thing after another, with most good things simply becoming […]
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About two months ago I wrote about a “poop disaster” which involved the living room carpet, and Grandpa walking through his own feces and generally making a mess of things. A charming, pleasant, story, if you recall. Today I have a little addendum of sorts. A few weeks ago I was getting Grandpa ready for […]
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