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Saturday, November 28, 2015
Remembering a Father: November 28, 2015
28 November 1928
Father’s Birthday. He would have been . . . 96, yes, today; & could have been 96, like other people one has known; but mercifully was not. His life would have entirely ended mine. What would have happened? No writing, no books; -- inconceivable. I used to think of him & mother daily; but writing The Lighthouse, laid them in my mind. And now he comes back sometimes, but differently. (I believe this to be true – that I was obsessed by them both, unhealthily; & writing of them was a necessary act). He comes back now as more of a contemporary. I must read him some day. I wonder if I can feel again, I hear his voice, I know this by heart?