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My Memory Knows What It’s Doing

Notes on grief

Photo by Anita Jankovic on Unsplash

I’ve been thinking about my memory lately. How it works and why it makes mistakes.

Every once in a while, for example, I hear a truck coming up our hill that growls and chuffs in the same register and pitch as my dad’s old maroon Ford, that dented dinosaur, and something tiny and impossible but nevertheless palpably…