Deviled eggs and angel food cake
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On Easter Sunday, one week after the accident, First Congregational Church holds a memorial for dad. I wake up that morning to fat snowflakes falling from the sky. I wear a long gray skirt and a pair of Bjorn clogs and wonder if it’s appropriate. I don’t have a map for how to navigate this day. Mom encourages Eric and me to speak at the …
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