Seeing OB for the last time, moving him, my desire to be the one to take care of him in those final moments together. At least he never saw it coming. I have to think hard to see OB as he was in life, happy always smiling. Instead, my first thought is his poor batteredContinueContinue reading “Last Time”
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Impromptu Exploration 