At 82, I Found

by day.

Frank accepted help with more grace than anyone expected.

One evening in late August, he asked his children to come over without the grandchildren.

They arrived nervous.

Frank had placed Margaret’s diaries on the table.

“I want you to have these,” he said.

Diane shook her head. “Dad, I don’t know.”

“They’re your mother’s words. Not mine.”

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