Last month, my friend Dan died of brain cancer. We played volleyball together thirty years ago at the University of Toronto in the city where I grew up and formed my ideas about life and death. Dan and I were teammates. It had been ten years since I’d seen Dan or the friends from Toronto who texted me to share the news of his death. During that time, I’…
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