Damned Jewish calendar. It would, of course, figure that my mother's Yartzeit would fall on Thanksgiving. I can't believe it's been a year -- an akwardly elongated Jewish year at that -- that my mother has been gone. In many ways, I am what I am (an illustrator, a linguist -- even a self-idenfitied Jew) because of my mother, and it's still so
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32 is definitively not "much later than others who find themselves parentless." I was 31 and it was very unusual. I know people well into their 50s who have at least one parent still living.
I remember going to a wedding the summer after my mother died. A rather clueless young woman (the girlfriend of a friend) came to me and said, "Oh my g*d! You're an orphan! You've got nobody left!" I was rendered speechless.
It only gets easier from here.
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anymore, because mine are still alive, but I can imagine it's rough.
((BIG HUGS))
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