Thursday, April 12, 2007


Dad's been gone two years today. Sometimes it feels like miles ago, other times just a blink. As if life were a rope and the days- those days, the landmark days: weddings, births, deaths- were knots in that rope. That day I discovered the color black and, finally, that room in my mind where things can be stored indefinitely. I'm terribly selective about what goes in there.


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