In the days following my mother's death, I was, as is customary in these situations, inundated with sympathy cards, some from people I haven't seen or spoken to in over twenty years (two came from people who acknowledged neither David's death nor my father's). Cards and letters are still trickling in. The most unusual form of condolence came from a
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Read, drink, and enjoy the beautiful light that will surround your voyage. And for God's sake, Twill, take me with you!
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