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Mortality

Mortality

Our uncle is dying.  Just a month or so ago, he was perfectly fine—a bit off perhaps—; today he’s in hospice, riddled with cancer, breathing his last.  He is far away, in Seattle, about to be more faraway still.  Wherever he is, he is one of the elders who props up our world.  His passing is momentous.  My husband and I think of him, his condition, constantly, the details vivid. More