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on great loves, and all still to come

I live in a family of big generational gaps. My grandmother was seventy-seven years old when I was born, eighty when my sister came along. She herself was forty when she gave birth to my mother, her only child. That means between my mother, my grandmother, and my sister there were even gaps of forty years each.

Forty years is a long time, a lot of life. …