“My father was proud of me, of my decision to become a lawyer, following his example; he told me this often. But when he died, we were still parent and child, shy people who had not yet broken through. As I stood in his doorway, looking at him, his skin beginning to drain of color, I was not yet conscious of all that he would miss - weddings, grandchildren, growing old. All I could feel was the horror of death.”
— Jul 21, 2026 02:35PM
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