{"id":5295,"date":"2020-08-28T18:44:40","date_gmt":"2020-08-29T01:44:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.caitlinhicks.com\/wordpress\/?p=5295"},"modified":"2020-12-13T15:27:06","modified_gmt":"2020-12-13T23:27:06","slug":"bonjour-arrivederci","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/caitlinhicks.com\/wordpress\/bonjour-arrivederci\/","title":{"rendered":"Bonjour, Arrivederci"},"content":{"rendered":"

I think of them everyday. All sixteen of them.<\/span><\/p>\n

My enormous family. My ailing father. <\/span><\/p>\n

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In the midst of a trip to France and Italy\u00a0<\/span>and an opportunity\u00a0<\/span>of a lifetime\u00a0\u2014\u00a0with daily news via email <\/span>from my siblings\u00a0\u2014 “he\u2019s going to die<\/em>” \u00a0“he\u2019s better!<\/em>” “he\u2019s had a setback<\/em>” \u2014<\/span>I struggle to decide: Should I cut my trip short\u00a0<\/span>to be present for my father\u2019s final moments<\/span>?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Or follow our destiny to fulfill the invitation to exhibit at the 2006 Olympic Winter Games<\/span>\u00a0in Italy\u2014\u00a0<\/span>and hope he lives\u00a0<\/span>through the night?<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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On trains, buses, planes and taxis, memory and meaning bring present and past\u00a0<\/span>together. When everyone you loved was alive.<\/span><\/div>\n
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