My father died 21 years ago today. That means I have lived three-fourths of my life remembering him rather than experiencing him directly. Time has healed much of the hurt; as I noticed this day approaching, I realized in conversation with the Librarian how my memories of those short seven years profoundly continue to influence my development to ( Read more... )

My father died twenty years ago today.

Weird.

Maybe more later, but maybe not.

Man, I may have to go back to a paid account. The banners have not only gotten more annoying, they've gotten painfully psychic. They want me to buy all kinds of shit to memorialize my grandmother and such. Sweet stuff, it seems, but creepy.

My grandmother died this morning ( Read more... )