Sadness and peanuts

A Red StringI will never understand why they call it a wake, when it is an endless sleep. Or why we take a string out of the snack plate and then throw it away when we leave. Or why they always serve bird food and packets of chrysanthemum tea.

But most of all, I will never understand why I never talked to 90 year old grandaunt about her life experiences, which I will now never know.


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