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Harry memorialized his mother, not because he loved her,
but simply because she was his mother; in the end he felt she
deserved his last respects. So, in the presence of friends, he
scattered her ashes across the pond where two years earlier he
had cast his father to the wind. At first, he had misgivings
about reuniting them; but then, in consideration of the fact
that they had been married for 60 years, he decided it was fit-
ting that their remains be mingled.
As chips of his mother’s bones slid through his fingers like
coarse beach sand, Harry imagined her as the beautiful young
woman he saw in the photos his sister had restored just before
their mother died. One was a picture of her as a 17-year old,
circa 1920, cavorting with her pals on New York’s Rockaway
Beach, a princess among paupers; the other was a photograph
of Harry’s father, 22, hugging his mother. Two smiling lovers.
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