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Against Research
All right. Having included a rather irretrievably assertive statement about getting research done in V.’s eulogy; and knowing that she would be annoyed with me if I let our projects slide too far; and having indulged myself about as far as I can this weekend (drunk to her memory, a lot, on Friday night; slept…
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Memory of V.
[Read today at V.’s funeral, after other remembrances by H. and one of her French relatives.] With Vanessa, the sheer range of enjoyable things to remember about her is a bit daunting – so much hard work, so much fun – writing, shopping, dancing – talking with people from all over the world. The endless…
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Wakened
Lying on the couch, supposedly finishing V.’s eulogy for tomorrow’s funeral, and fixing shoes, shirt, etc., but – instead – actually sleeping the evening away… well, I was sleepy all day, I didn’t get to bed until late last night then spent the whole day running around after students. H. called on my cel phone,…
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Brighter
It’s that point in spring, at this northern latitude, when the days start getting longer startlingly fast, and I wake at 6:30 am with the day already begun and sunny; and the students cheer up. I predict a relaxed funeral for V. on Friday as a result – something more like a wake, which is…
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A bit dulled
Last night: sitting around with D., V.’s husband and H., V.’s best friend. They were relaxing after a day of doing lists – lists of people not to forget to invite to the service, lists of music, lists of this and that. They are both in rather better shape than they were. And, fortunately, we…
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Exasperate
This is actually the hard part: people stopping me in the hall, being sympathetic, saying how awful it is that V. has died. I always have lots of trouble with this part – actual disasters don’t faze me that much, but talking about them afterward in any but the simplest terms makes me a bit…
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