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64GOOD GRIEF, JUST DO IT!
My maternal grandmother (I called her Nana) was the first person I had the opportunity to literally walk to death’s door. I was sixteen. I sat with her and held her hand and talked into her ear for the last forty eight hours of her life. It was my...
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70MAY I HAVE THIS LAST DANCE?
I first published this short story in 1998 in honor of Roberta. We were married for almost twenty seven years when she passed away on June 18, 1998. It doesn't seem that long ago. The story was my way of living through my grief that first...
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