Memo#1 of a dad’s death

I was looking at my Google calendar to look at my agenda for the day when I received the news of my dad’s death. The semantics of the various sentences said to me over the phone-call didn’t register but the first emotion that kicked in clearly was a definite anger. Like WTF how can this happen, why is this happening, what to do now? I got in a cab that was just arriving at the bus…

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