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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=566728" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Not Yet Dust and Ashes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m sitting at the table<br>in the living room<br>with my sister, her daughter and husband<br>and her friend Sarah<br>everyone gathered for a<br>Rosh Hashanah dinner<br>Even though the holiday<br>falls late this year, <br>October 3rd and 4th, <br>the weather is still hot<br>and we talk about<br>the brutal summer<br>perhaps a hint of what is to come<br>and how if the Polar caps melt<br>all of Florida will be underwater<br>which includes my sister’s son<br>who just bought a house there.<br>The doorbell rings<br>My sister gets up to answer.<br>Sarah says, “Well, Steve, <br>whatta you recommend for depression? ”<br>“Still got that, ” I say stupidly.<br>“Data entry all day is<br>driving me insane.”<br>My sister is talking<br>to someone at the door.<br>Howard, her husband, <br>gets up to see what’s going<br>on, who’d be interrupting<br>the Rosh Hashanah dinner.<br>“Menopause<br>doesn’t help any, ”<br>says Sarah.<br>My sister returns, <br>her face strained, <br>I know her well enough—<br>something happened<br>at the door.<br>“Claire wanted me to<br>hook up her bra, <br>said the girl who cares for her<br>forgot to do it, <br>that she had an appointment<br>at the beauty parlor for nine, <br>all dressed up she was, <br>ready to go out.”<br>“Now? ” I said.<br>“She must have dozed off<br>got up<br>then thought this was nine<br>in the morning.<br>I told her <br>Claire<br>this is at night<br>She was so embarrassed.<br>“She’s losing her mind, ” declared Sarah.<br>“No! ” my sister said, <br>“No! ”<br>Well my sister had every right not to <br>want Claire to disappear<br>after all she’d been living<br>next to her for fifty years<br>and Claire’s husband <br>dead at eighty-five<br>less than six months ago<br>now alone<br>two children, yes, <br>but alone<br>so morning and evening<br>day and night<br>life and death<br>for each essence<br>in motion<br>all one. Then suddenly<br>“SHE’S STILL ALIVE, ”<br>my sister shouted, <br>then more quiet<br>even serene<br>“that’s all that matters.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Chaim+Wax">Charles Chaim Wax</a><div class=q>
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with my sister, her daughter and husband
and her friend Sarah
everyone gathered for a
Rosh Hashanah dinner
Even though the holiday
falls late this year, 
October 3rd and 4th, 
the weather is still hot
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