Column: On death, retirement, and AI
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December 31, 2025
-by Frank Macdonald
By the time I was six, I had already grasped a child’s understanding of death. My grandmother, of whom I still have warm memories, used to, in her bed-ridden condition, sit me on her belly and sing “You can have him/I don’t want him/ he’s too fat for me…” Then tickle me giddy.
