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In my nine years on Facebook, I've seen all kinds of posts. I was a senior in college when I joined, and photos back then - the few that friends uploaded to "random pics" albums - were from formals, study abroad, graduation. Slowly, engagements and bachelor/ette parties started trickling into the…
It's wedding season again, which means... it's dance season!
It was my first trip to Pennsylvania since Pop Pop passed away, and I was equal parts excited and apprehensive - excited because it was (and is) my favorite place on the planet; nervous because my favorite person wouldn't be there.
There's a woman who sits in the square outside my office. Her name is Anna, and she's 92. Her caregiver Magda wheels her there, just a couple blocks from her apartment, so she can feed the birds. Or, as Anna, a lifelong New Yorker, says, "the boyds."
Before my Pop Pop died, we had a conversation about our conversations.
In the three years I've known Arthur, we've never once sat at his dinner table - until last Thursday.
Editor's Note: This is the last installment of a two-part series. Did you miss Part 1? Don't fret, you can view it here.
Editor's note: This is first in a two part series.
A week ago, I visited my Pop Pop for his 96 th birthday. I brought a big sign with me, with dozens of messages from people all over the country - family in Indiana, friends in Mississippi, Twitter followers from Boston and D.C. and Kansas. Even Arthur, who I introduced in my first post here, got in…