On Friday I’ll turn 52.
It’s not a landmark birthday, but it feels like more of a landmark than birthdays 40 and 50 combined.
My dad died in August within a year of my mom’s death last fall.
It has been “quite a year,” as a friend noted in the grocery store last week.
Yes, it has.
In more ways than one.
I contemplated my reply when she asked how I was doing. “You’ve sure had a lot,” she said…
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