Today is the fourth anniversary of the death of my granddaughter Daniela Joel. At death we become the totality of what we had been, our entire life from beginning to end. All our breathes can be summed now, all our hours and days, the experiment over. But not done with, for what we were includes what we leave behind, the consequences of what we’ve done in our lives and the things we’ve made or built that endure. In some true and marvelous sense, Daniela still inhabits the words and sentences she wrote as a child of 13 and 14 as she confronted the malignancy in her brain. She has become what she chose to say to us, surviving for her survivors.
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