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The eighteenth of April was my father's birthday. It was also, as he quite enjoyed reminding us on a yearly basis, the night of Paul Revere, William Dawes, and Samuel Prescott's ride from Boston to Lexington and Concord in 1775 to alert the colonial minutemen that the British were on the move. The next day, the American Revolution began with the ( Read more... )

Today was Maundy Thursday, the first day of the Triduum in Holy Week. It's the feast day that celebrates the Last Supper, and out of all the services in the liturgical year, the Maundy Thursday service is always the one that's the most emotional for me.

( Cut for much religious navel-gazing of the Episcopalian Easter bent. )

Five years ago at this moment, I was awake, chatting with cursive and writing a Harry/Percy fic that would, in retrospect, never be finished. I went to bed just before six a.m. Two hours later I was at the hospital, being told by my sobbing mother that my father was dead ( Read more... )

I haven't gone to see the new Star Trek movie. To be completely honest, I'm not sure I'm going to. My dad was a Trekkie--a Spock fan, and honestly how my mother can be surprised that all three of her kids ended up fannish in one way or another is beyond me since we all take after my dad on that score (and she and I laughed about that this past ( Read more... )