My parents died two years ago within a month of one another. I didn’t realize the grounding their physical presence gave me until they were gone. They were my connection to childhood,…
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My father’s mind is okay. It’s his body that’s shot. He has trouble with walking and with balance. Arthritis has bent him forward. My mother’s body is like that ever-ready Bunny; she…