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Thursday, June 3, 2010
Dealing with my father's death is not easy. It isn't just the sadness that sneaks up on me at odd moments and the feeling as if I'm in an elevator with the pit of my stomach sinking, but the sheer bullshit one has to deal with just to inform the world that someone has passed. I am overwhelmed by the mass of numbers I must call, minutes I must remain on hold, copies I must make, fees I must pay, etc. That seems far worse than death, somehow, unrelenting.