Having an elderly parent means waiting for the phone to ring, for a voice at the other end to tell you the end is near. 22 years ago, I got that call about my father. I never got to say goodbye. This summer, I got that call about my mother. This time, I got to say goodbye. My sister and I have started this blog as a way of healing and remembering.
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