LINGERING

From A Patchwork Memoir:

I drove by Earl’s house a few days after his death, simply to begin to face the fact that he was no longer there. That was as much as I’d felt I could do, but then I saw someone in the window—a man…

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NEW YEAR’S PARTY

John had been worried that some of the people Earl invited to his New Year’s party would show up at his house New Year’s Day, and, not knowing about his death, would descend on his sister Marian and her kids, who’d flown in from the East to make the funeral...

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BESIDE MYSELF

From A Patchwork Memoir:

The Friday after Earl’s death, I was beside myself with grief. As the TV screen lit up with fireworks going off all around the world in celebration of the new millennium, I felt all the light had gone out of…

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AS CLOSE AS I CAN

Two days ago, just as I finished writing about my Christmas Eve with Earl, our dreadful buzzer, a travesty of a doorbell, snarled at me. I never answer the door when I’m not expecting someone, because I have to go out to the foyer…

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BEST-LAID PLANS

From A Patchwork Memoir:

Ella is in L.A., celebrating Christmas with her mother and brothers, while Arielle is back in Illinois, visiting relatives for a month, and Igor is down in San Diego with his family. So I’m left to shift…

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CHRISTMAS 2020

This will be the first Christmas in fifteen years that Arielle won’t be helping Ella and me find the perfect noble fir and decorate it with my rather…er…”extensive” collection of old-fashioned glass ornaments—to the strains of Kathleen Battle’s…

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