My paternal grandmother died on an April Fool's Day
in 1972, 53 years ago aged 53, and I don't think I've done
an April Fool's prank since her date of death - seen on
her gravestone, told by my father, but not remembered
- finally stuck in my memory when I was in my early
teens. What seems like cruel pranks fate and chance
would play to make up and end our life are mere
co-incidences, I know, yet... No pranks for me.
01.-05.04.2025
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