Mom comes in after watching TV for an hour with John. She goes down the hall to the bathroom. As she walks back into the living room, she asks, “Was this John’s house first?”
“No . . .”
“Oh, right, it was here already?”
“Remember, it’s a manufactured home. You bought it in 2003, I think.”
“Oh, now I remember seeing it hauled in down the driveway.”
On the outside, I’ve remained calm. On the inside, grief raises a storm. Who or what will go next?
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