Today

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Me, the day of my father's memorial. 
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JE and I split in late October—heartbroken and amicable.

Six days later, my dad died suddenly (over a 20-year period).

Sitting in the living room in Grimsby—the imprint of his body fading from the carpet. 

I went to bed with two thoughts in my head.

They're gone.

I'm alone.

Atomic explosion in my chest.

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I took the Globe and Mail crossword from the top of the pile on my dad's desk.

In process—letters in red ink filling the squares.  

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1970