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On Saturday, Mira got a phone call from a cousin. Her uncle Arthur—her cousin’s dad, her dad’s brother—had just died.
Mira’s son and daughter-in-law are visiting this week, and she commented to them, “Carol’s life is never going to be the same. Starting today, it will all change.” I raised an eyebrow, wondering what she meant. Then I remembered: Mira’s own dad’s second Yahrtzeit is coming up.
She knows.
What I told Carole had nothing to do with my own experience or my father’s death. She has been caring for her dad on an almost daily basis after moving him north from Florida. My thought was specifically about her life, and the lives of her husband and children. It was a wish for her, really, to catch her breath. And the knowledge that the pattern was about to change. I think that will all be more acute for Carole than it has been for me.
Dearest Carole, kol ha-kavod …