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good grief on the world stage (opens the original)
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When I started this work in the world unofficially, I talked about losing my Mom in quiet corners and hushed tones. Trying not to spread my sad around.Once I was in the check out line at the grocery store and as the young cashier pushed my tomato soup cans across the scanner, and shared, “My Mom loved tomato soup.” My bionic grief radar heard that past tense and asked, is she still with us?” And there we were exchanging dead mom stories. I asked her Mom’s name. Neither of us noticed that the lin
on a day we will remember for you and with you (opens the original)
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I am not sure I have ever written about this day. This Tuesday I was in Westchester. At home in Chappaqua. I am resting and recuperating after another miscarriage. It is September 11, 2001My Dad has been living with us while he looks for a place nearby. Recently divorced. He commutes to a new consultancy in Tribeca that has called him out of retirement. For all of his work years he has been a leading ad man in pharmaceutical advertising. This agency is famous and large and is starting a pharma d
a little lobster at the palm (opens the original)
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Dear Dad,It is still just too hard to believe. How it does not feel true nor does it slide off the tongue or into conversation as easily as it has with Mom. How can it be another birthday without you stateside? Somehow it seems suddenly fitting that Grief Awareness Month ends on your day. As an ad man and Mad Man, I think you might like this. Kind of like the punctuation on the end of the whole world missing their people! But really a reminder for those who are still learning to live in a world
oh, jackie and dolly too (opens the original)
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It was May of 1994. I was leaving work at the newish and quite chic Leiner/Danes Communications offices on West 39th street, off to catch the subway uptown. Back then, I was living on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Led by a curious nature, I was taking a different route home each day, exploring the city by wandering down this block and that. And let’s face it, led by the way too many Nancy Drew mysteries and crime shows I’d consumed, knowing that you should switch up your daily route so you w
the eulogy i never gave my mother (opens the original)
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Everywhere I go, there you are, another motherless daughter. I wish we all wore t-shirts that said so, it would make it a bit easier for me to find you. While everyone says it is a club none of us wanted to join, I want to know every last one of you. After all, who could understand this kind of loss, but you?My mother Ellen died in 1993. She was here one day, and gone the next. She took the day off and went to Sandy Hook, a beautiful public beach in central southern New Jersey, and suffered a de
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