Recently I was wondering: What's the most important thing I've ever written?
First, I started thinking of certain stories, my unpublished novel, the novel I'm currently working on, the nonfiction/memoir-y thing I'm also working on.
Then I realized no: The most important thing I've ever written was my father's eulogy.
The second most important thing I've ever written was my aunt's eulogy, which I gave yesterday.
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I'm sorry for your loss. You make me think about the letters I wrote in those early years after I moved here, to friends and family in Ireland. Even now, they still talk those letters, like they really meant something. I like that.
Thank you, Ethel. Yes, letters too -- letters too.
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