I’m the first to admit that I like a few cocktails, even one too many on occasion. That all changed the year my mother, Sally, passed away after a brief battle with lymphoma.
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Thank you Scott for this story as it touched a long lost place in my heart. Wishing you all good things in your writing journey.
My father at 91, my mother at 93, nineteen days afterward. Was a very difficult time for me. Knowing they were in a better place, brought solace. Ever, a good catholic. My father, decades earlier had bought a plot in Philadelphia, when the city was still habitable. Ushering in 2003, I had other ideas and sold that particular “realestate.” Mom always craved the majesty of the beautiful countryside, replete with bird’s melodies and cows lowing nearby. Wow! I found the perfect resting place. In beautiful Hunterdon County, New Jersey. Dad, craved the immediacy of the Philadelphia trolley and SEPTA bus a short walk away. Though, I doubted he’d be needing a commuter ticket anytime soon.