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March 27th, 2017

 

Hi, Mom: the crocuses are up.

Suddenly there are croci all over, so I know it's the time of year my mother died.  And this year it's been 20 years.

At the memorial service we gave out crocuses, a clever idea of my party-planning girlfriend, so that each year when they bloomed we could remember my mother.  The original memorial croci are long-gone, but now I just let any and all croci remind me of her.

20 years.  Hard to believe.
 
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