Tag: regrets
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Vanishing Elders
I’m not ready for this – not that it matters. Life does what it wants, on its own time. We have to stumble along with whatever it throws at us, doing the best we can. Losing Mom in January was hard enough, of course; now her last brother is gone, too – the uncle who…
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Sunday, 7 p.m.
For more years than I can remember, that’s when I called Mom, 175+ miles away, to catch up. Family news from my scattered siblings and cousins, her latest doctor appointments, and what was on her calendar for the week – Eastern Star meetings, lunch with her best buds Rhea and Wilma, or maybe the monthly…