death

The Luckiest Devereaux

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When I was about eighteen dad ruined a perfectly good meal by announcing I’d be expected to do his eulogy. “You’re the oldest,” he’d argued when I protested strongly, instantly breaking into the sort of full body dampness lovers of not public speaking will recognise. As such I’ve been dreading the passing of my father more than most for 34 years.

The Great Grandma Mac

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I could have put it off indefinitely and simply moved on to other things which have been happening in and around the house, but I couldn’t until I got this out: I felt very strongly I needed to lay some words down and pay a tribute of sorts to a very dear member of this family who passed away earlier in the week – Great Grandma Mac.