In my sister’s old bedroom at our mother’s house is a closet full of our childhood memories, including old record albums — hers, mine and Dad’s.
One of my sister’s:
One of Dad’s:
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A year ago this week
Hard to believe a year ago this week, my father was spending his final days in ICU at the VA Medical Center in Mountain Home, Tennessee.
Dad, doesn’t seem that long ago that you left us.
Here’s to you!
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