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June 25, 2009
The table had stood there, in that same spot, for all the forty-seven years of my life that I could remember. For the better part of the last thirty years, whenever I visited nanna Pearl, she was usually sitting at it, drinking coffee, playing patience, or listening to talkback radio. We usually sat and talked there too.

Yesterday, at 1:34 pm, a Mack semi-trailer lost control and came straight through the kitchen, demolishing everything in its path. The only thing left standing was the table, right where it always was.

Nanna Pearl was cleaning the lunch dishes, at the sink.