My dad at age 7

Just To Reach You

The fifties are a season of loss. Energy and memory ebb. Your body slips into second gear.  Most devastating is the loss of family and friends to age and illness. Sometimes it’s just too much. This is one of those times. Last week I called my dad and could barely hear him. He sounded so
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Aunt Maureen with her children Tommy and Suzanne

The Wise Man

My Aunt Maureen died last month. After the eulogy, there wasn’t much said. Some of us got hives, some got bone tired, some put their sadness in a box, storing it for another time. We crawled back to her home and our safe routines, telling jokes, crazy-but-true family stories, and cleaning. We are really good
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