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grief is accomplished in an instant. sometimes, as it was for me, you find workarounds that keep you from going there for a very long time. for me at least, the process began at age 40, as i lay on the leather living room couch, and for the first time watched pieces of my childhood through my father's eyes
. i saw me through his eyes, i saw my mother through my father's eyes--i distinctly felt that i was inside his skin, his skin then. he is in his grave for 34 years now. he has no skin now--he is bones and dust. but that day, a few months ago, here in this living room, i slipped out of my mom-made body...
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