It was cold in the graveyard on January 31st, 2010, and there was a lot of traffic in the hearse, because we were in Long Island. After the funeral, everyone went directly to my Uncle’s house, where a feast of bagels and pickles awaited us. Shiva is the word for the seven-day mourning period that […]
Grieving for my Father: Sitting Shiva Read More »
Dad, The summer after you died, I went through the attic. I was not looking for your things. Honestly, I was looking for vintage clothes from Mom’s old wardrobe. I’m not ashamed of that, because the skeletal mounds of your things around the house were suffocating. Shirts and pants and underwear, and Mom couldn’t get rid of them,
Loss of Father: An AfterTalk Letter on the Anniversary of my Father’s Death Read More »
Dear Larry, Sorry it took so long to write this, but I think finally realized the true point of AfterTalk. I can’t quite describe it, but writing this post brought me to a place I had always been afraid to go, to thoughts that I didn’t want to confess to even the abyss of my
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