Four days before she died, my mother fell asleep, and didn't wake up again. Five days before she died, I had two final conversations with her. Her last words to me (and then she fell asleep) were, "You must write your autobiography." I'm aware of the near impossibility of writing a (successful) autobiography. In general, autobiographies don't work these days -- except for the few which have had a new or special angle (or, indeed, an author platform). OBSERVATION: What occurs to me, however, is that autobiographies are massively filtered. Life as it is experienced is not like an autobiography. That would need some explanation, but then, this is a mere post. My mother did, of course, know my life like few others.
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