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I would hurl words into this dark­ness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no mat­ter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to cre­ate a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all. Imag­ine you’d been given a voice that you couldn’t con­trol, that […]

Father Today you would be ninety-seven if you had lived, and we would all be mis­er­able, you and your chil­dren, dri­ving from clinic to clinic, an ancient fear­ful hypochon­driac and his fret­ful son and daugh­ter, ask­ing direc­tions, try­ing to read the com­pli­cated, fad­ing map of cures. But with your dig­nity intact you have been gone […]