I knew she was dead
when the birthday card didn't arrive on time. Thirty-four years, and
she had always remembered. As a child, I had marvelled at her memory,
her ability to recall facts and dates. She had always been so
organised. The absence of a birthday card was therefore telling.
That night I lit a
candle, not for myself, but to her memory.
* * *
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