I rarely think about visiting my dad’s grave. Usually someone else suggests it. This evening, it was Bruce. We had eaten dinner out, and as we got into the car I wasn’t ready to come home just yet. “Let’s drive by the river,” I suggested. “Go to the cemetery?” Bruce
April 20, 2019
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