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Father died yesterday.It was a slow,yet painful death.He had been suffering for the last five years or so.Or was it seven? Mary wondered.Time,an ever confusing chain of significantly insignificant days and nights indeed.Forgetfulness always pervades its way into routines,and makes you question your own sanity at the end.No,Father had been sick ever since she could remember.It didn't matter how long since.All that mattered was that she wouldn't have to look after him anymore.She wouldn't have to spend her days losing track of time anymore,tiresome and lonely in that dark room that smelt of urine invariably. It was the morning of the funeral.The sky looked bright, and the sunlight weaved abstract shadows on the car porch.They had put up the pavilion last night.Yet sunlight still seeped in through its thin fabric,like an intruder walking past a sleeping dog in the darkness.Mary stood at the verandah, gazing at all the arrangements that had been made.She wore a bla