This morning, like every year, Mom, Luce, and I headed to the cemetery at the crack of dawn to avoid the diehard fans who also visited. The well-maintained headstone sat high on a green hill at the back of the cemetery, an empty plot sitting beside it. I stood against a tree as Mom filled Dad in on the happenings of the past year, even though she visited monthly. Now that I think about it, she was most likely updating Lucy and me on her life, not Dad, because a lot of what she was saying was new to me. While Lucy and I were close to each other, we’d both drifted a little from Mom, or maybe
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