Then two and half weeks later, we lost my dad. This time we drove to the funeral, twelve hours across the wind-swept prairie, Saskatchewan a never-ending wall of white.
March 2001 was a really shitty month.
There is a lot of death in the air today. How can there not be, with thousands of people missing in Japan?
But there are older deaths too, passages that I just recently learned of. Three of our old gang from junior high and high school, two from the same street that I lived on, who all succumbed to cancer in their forties. I lost three friends at the end of university as well, but they were all taken by accidents - cars, drownings. It's how you die in your twenties.
Like the man said, our existence has serious side effects.