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Vol. 3, Chronicle 22: 40
40: One year ago, exactly one week shy of our 39th anniversary, Miss Julie & I attended a wedding in the same gorgeous cathedral where we stated our vows. As I sat with my sons & daughters-in-law behind me &… Continue reading
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Vol 3. Chronicle 19
BOTH SIDES NOW:Today marks day 18 since “the event”, my stroke. Today, closing in on two years of residency, I visited my mom at her memory care facility. Today was the hardest day since the event, a duplicitous day, being… Continue reading
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Vol. 3, Chronicle 15
SAND & DAD, A MEMORIAL DAY STORY: I got this vial of sand from one of the many wonderful educators that I am privileged to work alongside. She got the sand from a beach in France once codenamed Omaha. My… Continue reading
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Vol. 3, Chronicle 10
VOLUME 3, CHRONICLE 10: 4 YEARS IN SUNDOWN, NOW & THEN. As I say good morning to another night, I’m struggling with do I need to say something or do I have something to say? John Steinbeck said, “I write… Continue reading
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Vol. 3, Chronicle 9
AN APRIL 19TH 251 YEARS IN THE MAKING: The memory arm of this machine informs me that five years ago on this day, I said goodbye to Mel, a Navy veteran I called friend at my town’s National Cemetery. The… Continue reading
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DEAR DAD, Today marks the 13th time I’ve celebrated your birthday without you. Before you left us in September 2013, we had taken advantage of time & said the things fathers & sons need to share. The five years… Continue reading
