My sense of mortality has been enhanced since my mother passed away a couple of years ago. My father is biding his time. He talks about the inevitability of it almost every time we meet, not in a melancholic way but in a practical accepting way. I think about myself and the life I have lived, and I think about how he must feel now that he’s in his final…
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