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March 17, 2006


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How you describe you father walking around with his loss in a place he and your mother shared, that is exactly how I picture and fear it for myself. You know how thoughts of the inevitable haunt me. He lasted longer than I would have. Maybe I’ll surprise myself, but in a lot of ways I picture myself walking through the wardrobe for good, to another country perhaps?

Even for my parents I can’t picture myself living in their house, but I can’t abide the thought of someone else living there either. So hard.

One thing I can say is that I know my daughter and I will share a similar closeness in getting each other through that you describe. I’m taking notes though on what you need less of in that relationship to try to keep the load light.

Thanks for sharing this.


I wish whenever I prepare to visit my Dad I could FORGET to pack the emotional baggage... ;) Hope you have a great visit.

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