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May 24, 2008
Sunday is my mother’s birthday. I call my sister to see if she is doing anything special this year.

“No,” she says. “It sorta snuck up on me.”

I consider this. “I could come down, maybe. I’ve been doing better.”

“That would be nice. She would like that.”

“I’m not sure my doctor would like it.”

“So ask. And if you show up great. If you don’t, you don’t.”

So I ask. “Monday is my mother’s birthday,” I begin.

“NO.”

I discover a well of disappointment in this, and the disappointment is that I still have so far to go.