The resounding chime of church bells don't remind me of a wedding.
They remind me of death. How else would the departed hear us all the
way up from heaven? Or all the way down from hell?
My grandma died on the same day I was born, just several years before.
The bells make me wish I had known her. They also make me wish
I hadn't been born one day before my father's birthday.
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209 days
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