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  • A few nights ago I got a call from my Dad that my Nanna had passed away.

    I felt sad for my Dad and for the rest of my family. I wasn't sure how to feel for myself.

    The next day I went to work, came home, cooked dinner. Then I started organising the spices. I emptied little plastic packets into clean jars that we had saved in the draw, labelled mystery jars, cleaned out the cupboard and arranged everything in order. All the time thinking.

    My housemate came into the kitchen at ten o'clock and we talked about death and family.
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