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Visiting grandma’s grave: more than obligation

Cemeteries are supposed to be serene and bucolic. Not this one. It is jammed, grave-to-grave. More congested and crowded than you can imagine. More shtetl and ghetto than park. Still no matter. The purpose of my visit was obligation, not prayer or meditation. I was there to verify that the annual upkeep on my paternal…
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