Dad woke me early that day. Probably a Sunday. Maybe Monday. He was subdued. We just got a call, he said. Grandpa died. He was in Florida. Had a heart attack. My whole body stiffened. I broke down. Cried in my father’s arms. Harry Imber, Grandpa, was 70. W…
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