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      <title>2016 is a dumpster fire fueled by grief.</title>
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      <description>For most of us, 2016 has been a dumpster fire of epic proportion. For me, it began with the death of David Bowie, days after my father&amp;rsquo;s 69th birthday; a poignant reminder that our idols are also mortal.
We&amp;rsquo;ve added a shitload of fuel to that fire, folks. Bowie, Prince, Leonard Cohen, and George Michael; iconic artists who reflected pieces of ourselves back at us.
Florence Henderson, Gene Wilder, Allan Rickman, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Kenny Baker, Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds; thespians who bared their souls through their work, allowing us to fall in love with them a piece at a time.
Muhammad Ali and John Glenn; giants among us who reached for the the stars and came home glittering with stardust.
Morley Safer, a familiar voice who showed me a bigger world as I watched his broadcasts from my grandparents living room.</description>
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      <title>the authenticity of grief</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2016 08:18:33 -0400</pubDate>
      
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      <description>I still hear his voice, almost a decade since we last spoke. Sometimes, I imagine it&amp;rsquo;s over the airwaves of amateur radio, an interest he rekindled and mentored me in. We come across each other by chance, calling out into the darkness for another soul to connect with, and pick up the pieces of what we once had, one tiny hurt at a time.
Reality sets in, and I remember the hard lesson: time does not heal all wounds.
It&amp;rsquo;s a truth I&amp;rsquo;ve learned, on more than one occasion, that never gets easier to bear. Two people entwined can grow apart and not realize &amp;ndash; or accept &amp;ndash; it until near the very end. When that schism rips them apart, there is unavoidable and certain collateral damage to all around them.
Mutual friends choose sides more often than striking a balance.</description>
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