You must read this heartbreaking and beautiful love story.
It was always the same. Mom and Dad. The kids. They were a unit, Mom-and-Dad.
Whenever I think back to our home growing up, Mom and Dad were together. The end of the day would find them doing dishes together, and then they’d sit at the kitchen table and talk, smoke cigarettes, and laugh. In the summer, they’d relocate to the front porch, where they’d laugh. The sound of their voices, their laughter is as much the sound of my childhood as the train running by the house.
After they retired and moved to Florida, Mom started having health problems. She’d always had some…
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