Here is the post from my James this morning. Touching and gentle.
It’s a sunny day out this morning. The sky is blue and from the sound of the birds in the yard, all is well. In some ways, I suppose it is; in other ways, not so much. My sister, Melissa, has called for the third time in as many weeks with news from home. It hasn’t been good news. About ten days ago, my grandmother’s brother, Arthur, passed away. He was 86 and a longtime resident of Ohio; he had spent much of his working career as a truck driver hauling freight. His wife, Nancy, had called Sherwood, my step-grandfather, to let us know. Nancy and Sherwood are both 81 themselves. Today, Melissa called to let me know that shortly after midnight, Grammy Sweet, Arthur’s older sister and my grandmother, had ended her struggle as well. She had…
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