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Biography
Autobiography: Louis Dudek 1918-2001
My mother died, at the mere age of thirty-one, when I was eight years old. My third vivid memory has to do with the time of her death. I am standing in the corridor of my grandmother’s house, before the closed door at the end of it, when an overwhelming realization comes over me that I will never again see my mother. Upon this thought I dissolve in tears. And then, on a sudden I realize, with a kind of thrill, that I am now completely and inescapably free I block out this thought, but I cannot deny it had passed my mind. In fact I remember it now.
Jun 24, 2009, 00:01
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