I was scheduled to come home at this time anyway. I was hoping I'd get to see her one last time. It's not a tragedy to lose someone when they make it to 92, or so I told myself before it happened. Knowing that hasn't made it that much easier though. Her husband, whom I called Paw died in 1976, and it has been a comfort to me to know that they are together again after such a long absence.
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