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Grief

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1964

  1. Thursday, June 11, 1964 · Don Krumpos

    The One Photo

    My grandmother had one photograph of my grandfather. Just one. It sat for as long as I can remember on a shelf in her house on Nicolet Drive, so constant I almost stopped seeing it, though it watched over everything.…

1965

  1. Wednesday, January 13, 1965 · Don Krumpos

    Lot 50-B

    She was buried in Lot 50-B. My grandfather, seven months earlier, in Lot 50-C. The plots sit beside one another in Section A of Mount Calvary Cemetery in De Pere, father and daughter sharing ground, their names joined beneath a…

1991

  1. Tuesday, January 1, 1991 · Don Krumpos

    The Good Money

    Around my freshman year of high school, my father finally moved to day shift. I do not remember the exact date. It may be in my mother's journal somewhere. What I remember is not the calendar but the feeling of…

1995

  1. Sunday, January 1, 1995 · Don Krumpos

    Call Me, I'll Come

    After my mother died, something in my father loosened. Or dimmed. As a younger person I sometimes thought of it as him not paying as much attention, and there was truth in that. Some vigilance left him. Some energy that…