Thank you for all your kind comments and emails. It’s a surreal experience, losing a parent. I knew him all my life but I don’t feel I really knew him at all. If I could rewrite history so I never moved to California and could have spent more time with my parents and my family, I would.
The past few months, since I’ve moved back to New England, have been some of the best. Getting to know my father again (though so briefly), being able to spend more time with my sisters, who, despite years of pleading, stubbornly refused to move to California (yes, Hillary, I finally did remember you lived in SF for a time :P But then you moved away!) Seeing cousins that were great friends when I was a kid but now only see when someone dies… The week I spent in New Hampshire was like living in some alternate present in which I’d had the sense to stay near my family instead of moving 2700 miles away.
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