I like it more and more, because it presents emotional experience of the bereaved woman. I remember getting a call from a hospital, and being told that mother's heart had stopped at 5:02 am, Jan. 14, 2008. Same sort of thing, same "news break" for my dad, and for each I read, at their funerals, poems I had written in 2002, for her, "Visiting his Mother," for him, "The Happiest Man," declared by Moira Redmond, former Slate ed. in chief, her favorite "father poem." We used to have "Fests" for certain days, like Fathers Day, or Valentines Day. Since I have them in My Documents, one day soon, I will re-post one of those "fests," which I did cooperatively with a guy named Greg, down in Kentucky I think. Why not.