My dad, Jack Ditz, died September 7, 1991, a scant 12 months after his melanoma diagnosis. I realized his death was inevitable one day in the spring, I don't remember the day. The way I'm feeling now is very like as I felt in those months as spring wore into summer, and fall approached. I didn't cry every day, but I felt the sorrow all the time. It was like I was hearing a cello concerto, being played somewhere far enough away I could barely hear it.
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Before, during, and after: do these simple things
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