Gerald Tindal
Day 36: Death
Karsten, Five weeks have passed since your death. Our life is moving back slowly into the slip stream of life and we question our...
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Day 35: The bus
KT, I’m on the Greyhound bus this morning, traveling to Portland. Strange to be traveling in this manner. The morning’s barely breaking...
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Day 34: BRT family
KT Man, We had another celebration last night. It was as auspicious as the last one. More for the closeness of people present than the...
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Day 33: Where do we go from here?
KT Man, This morning, your mom and I sat quietly in my office overlooking your forest yard. It was early and quiet. The only break in the...
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Day 32: Cars
Karsten, I noticed something about my recent letters: They tend to be datelined with reference to the previous day. One day, I’ll think...
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Day 31: Moving forward
Karsten, We came back from the coast and are now trying to resolve our life and your death. The cruel twins of disbelief and despair...
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Day 30: The ocean revisited
KT Man, Yesterday was not just another tough reminder but also an adjuster. The ocean changes people: It adjusts them with a gentle and...
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Day 29: The ocean
Karsten, Linda, Sev, and I are headed to the ocean today. Mads is back in Hillsboro muscling through the dual gremlins of grief and work....
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Day 28: Departures and disbelief
KT Man, The days are still awfully tough. So much grief that won’t leave and the night turning to day with the disbelief that you’ve...
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Day 27: The day
KT, Yesterday was truly remarkable. Somehow, an entire community from far flung places, from different generations, and from different...
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Day 25: KT's pool hall
KT, Yesterday was a long day; every day’s a long day. But it ended in a special way. Alone. I sat in your pool hall long into the evening...
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Day 24: The deep reach of people
Karsten, Somehow we’ve divided the world of people into family and friends. The division’s needless for me and I know it meant nothing to...
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Day 23: Murphy
Dogg Man, My bad. I’ve been remiss in not updating you about Murphy. What can I say? Nothing’s changed and it’s all different now. A...
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Day 22: Athletics and sports
Dogg Man, It’s been over three weeks and it’s still unreal. I continue to mull and fuss and replay the video and nothing changes but the...
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Day 21: Letters
KT Man, Every night is spent in the dark, musing about you. Though I know this word fits, I thought about variations and indeed it fits...
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Day 20: Torn asunder
Dear KT, We want you back in our life not as a memory but the real dude: hence the subject line. The past 20 days have torn us apart and...
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Day 19: Different
KT, An odd thought occurred to me in the middle of the night: Morning and mourning are different in one letter only. This might explain...
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Day 18: Football season
KT, We went to the first game of the season for South Eugene High School. You were all over it. Everywhere. It was memory lane of you and...
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Day 17: Movement and transition
Karsten, I’m so sorry about being mad yesterday. I was mad at everything. You should not be dead and Dan should not be in the hospital....
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Day 15: Stride and cadence
Dogg Man, Given you always were unable to distinguish between sports and life, I thought it timely to go a bit further. For me, stride...
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