I remember bits and pieces of the moment I heard the news of my grandfather’s death. I think I was parked, and about to begin a short drive to visit a friend. I drove my first car, a Ford Tempo, which was uncannily reliable and slow. I think it was sunny, and unseasonably warm. I know I fell to pieces. The weight of grief was punctuated by distance; 150…
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