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SOMETHING HAS COME TO LIGHT
The New Yorker
|August 25, 2025
I trust I'll be in Heaven when you read this, although God, in His wisdom, may have other things in store for me.
Just yesterday afternoon Cor asked me if I had ever thought I'd live this long, and I said, No, not in a million years. What on earth am I doing here? It isn't necessary for all of your parents to read this, especially not Sandra. (But, Sandra, if you are reading this, please don't be angry with me. I love you very much. I think you know that.) I just wanted to tell you grandkids, in confidence, that all those school photos of you, of all of you, from all the years, all thirteen years from kindergarten to grade twelve—my goodness there are so many—are in a thick blue photo album in the top drawer of my bedside table. There's a Bible verse on the cover of the album, one from Psalms: "I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the LORD, which made Heaven and Earth."
You remember how Sandra hung those school photos up on thin silver cords in my living room, with little clothespins? She said that it was the fashion to do that, and that this way I'd be able to see the photos all the time, hung out to dry, in plain view. There they'd be as I walked through the living room to the kitchen or to my bedroom or to the porch. I could look at them all day, every day. Sandra also said that, with the photos attached to the cords with clothespins, I wouldn't pull the paint off the walls if I needed to move them. She has had to repaint many of my walls for that very reason, and it was incredibly difficult to find exactly the right shade of white paint to match what was already there. You have no idea how many shades of white paint there are these days.
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