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When I called to tell my son that my wife had pass…

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wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. The chapel was nearly empty. Mrs. Patterson from next door came along with her husband.

Margaret’s old coworker, Janet, showed up with flowers. The mailman, Rodriguez, stopped by during his route because Margaret always gave him homemade cookies at Christmas. That was it.

Five people, including me, to say goodbye continue reading …

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