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Posts tagged ‘eulogy’

When came to my relationship with my father, the key word was “despite.” Despite Gus being a poor excuse for parent, I still managed to turn out okay. Despite his rampant hypocrisy in practice, he managed to instill within me a strong moral code. Despite being pretty sexist in a lot of respects, he somehow […]

I was driving through the tunnel and had my phone muted, so I missed Lil Bro’s text. I didn’t even realize he’d sent it until I started settling into my cubicle and my phone buzzed. “Did you get my text? The visiting nurse found Dad dead this morning.” I didn’t feel sad or guilty or […]

Maura and I picked up the old man at the rehab, located in the ass end of North Andover. It was first time I’d seen him in a month and he looked…not great, but considerably better than the previous time I saw him. He was still depressingly thin and shrunken, but had put on a […]

The morning after I visited the old man in the hospital, we got a six AM call on our landline. Maura picked up the cordless receiver. “Caller ID says it’s from your father,” she said as she handed it off to me. I was expecting the worst. What I got was a repeat of a […]

It’s a long-standing tradition in my family to offer help with the understanding that you will never be required to follow through with it. The gesture is symbolic, a substitute for more direct expressions of affection. Other families say “I love you.” Mine says “Let me know if you need help with that thing.” I […]

Post mortem

May 9th, 2018

I forgot how awful the waiting can be. In some ways, it was worse than what I experienced after my mother’s death. The magnitude and suddenness of that loss left a gaping psychic wound, but that pain managed to give me something upon which to concentrate. My grandmother’s death was a more protracted affair — […]

Eulogy for a king

February 26th, 2018

In April 2016, Maura and I gathered the quartet of feral feline siblings who’d taken up residence in our garage and brought them to the vet’s office to be spayed. The two short-haired sisters — a tuxedo cat dubbed Nubby and a gray tabby named Little Baby Setz — turned out to be extremely pregnant, […]

I know all this and more

April 29th, 2017

Sometime during the summer of 2005, Maura spotted a tuxedo kitten with a white nub on the tail beating the living shit out of one of our blackberry brambles. We named her Nubby, and set out a dish of whatever cat-acceptable things we had in the fridge. Nubby must’ve been satisfied with the ad hoc […]

Goodbye, Big Red Dog

January 7th, 2017

In August 2004, a couple of days after we passed papers for the House on the Hillside, Maura and I were driving down I-93 South through the Middlesex Fells when she sat up in the passenger seat and shouted “There’s a puppy on the side of the road.” I pulled my Lumina over and we […]

The Great One has left

April 4th, 2016

In the late summer of 2007, herbal my wife spotted a baby rabbit on our back steps. We hardly ever see rabbits in our yard (because of the feral cats which hang around there, mainly), and this little guy scampered off before Maura could check to see if he was all right. “It sounds like […]

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