I watched my grandfather parasail across the Atlantic nearly four days ago. He is 92 years old. I wish my feet could have dangled so fearlessly, as I walked to exam pick-up, my mom's hospital bed, my grandmother's grave. I would give all that I am to be so brave, to give up the joylessness, the half-hearted lump that resurfaces every year. I need
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