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I Will Miss
I will miss The hikes that would have left us breathless, under the dark skies our eyes would have adjusted to; the planes we might have boarded, to exciting destinations eagerly awaiting our arrival. I’ll miss the pictures we wanted … Continue reading
My Dad’s Hands
I loved my Dads hands. One of his fingers was crooked and one nail was bent. He wore his wedding ring still, even 30 years after my mom had died. His hands played piano and played guitar and laid out … Continue reading
