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6:13 p.m. - September 20, 2005 I have known Gil my entire life; he and his wife babysat me. I was their youngest son's teacher for a year. My heart goes out to the whole family and selfishly I note my own grief: Gil would always tousle my hair and chide me for using so much gel. My own father has never tousled my hair. In my late 20s now and I always looked forward to seeing Gil just to feel that human contact. I've been asked to interpret the funeral. What if I break my code and start crying in front of people? I worry I will.
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