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37 Years, 25 Days
On September 28, 1988, my father died; his aorta burst due to complications from what was later determined to be Marfan Syndrome. I was 15 years old. He was 37 years, 25 days old. As of today, I am...
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In Memoriam
On September 28, 1988 (23 years ago today), my dad died of a massive rupture of his aorta. A little more than a year ago I wrote a blog post about it which says pretty much all I needed to … Continue...
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Being Thankful: Ketchup Edition
When I started this whole “Being Thankful” series, I had no idea how difficult it would be for me to blog every day. Speaking of which, I’m about three entries in the hole right now so I better get...
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Lordy, Lordy, etc., etc.
So, today is my fortieth birthday. The big 4-0. Supposedly it’s all downhill from here. I guess I’ll find out. I don’t really feel that old. Or, rather, I don’t feel any older than I have for a long...
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Still Beating Heart
I’ve been thinking a lot lately of a Christmas I spent some 23 years ago. It’s hard for me to believe it’s been that long, but that’s the funny thing about time–it passes both slower and more quickly...
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