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Seattle, August 30: Dad’s big chair, empty, Mom starts to fill her own shoes

It’s stunning, what we go through, individually, and all together, during these days and nights prior to tomorrow’s funeral. There’s all the logistics of death, and the conversations, parties, and ceremonies attending. There’s the feelings, running rampant, usually underneath, but abrupting into the air unpredictably. There’s what I call the personal narratives, each of our […]