On this date in 2007, five Zs snuck a bottle of red wine to the top of the Eiffel Tower to toast one missing Z. Joan Zamborsky had planned to celebrate her 60th birthday in Paris, but just four months prior she was killed in a bizarre car accident that left us reeling, a bit lost, and unsure how to make sense of it all. Instead of cancelling the birthday trip, my siblings and I made arrangements to travel to Paris with our dad.
We hit some typical tourist spots, took a cooking class, and spent March 28 celebrating the wife and mother we'd recently lost.
A few months later, I quit my job and took off for Central America. Because life is short.
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