My parents' cat died this morning, on the 25th anniversary of
John Lennon's death. Check out the
eulogy my brother wrote for her. My son and I marked the occasion by huddling inside listening to music while watching the snow fall (as
Matt Slocum wrote) "
like a million parachutes," waiting to be enveloped by a billowy blanket of wintry white.
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