Page 19 - Holding Hands
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One Last Time
My mother passed away last year, and I returned to my hometown for the last time. My mother lived to the ripe old age of ninety-four, and she died a very content and happy woman. I had my seventieth birthday only one week before she passed away.
After her funeral, and before I drove back to my hotel, I decided to drive by my old house for old time’s sake; and also to see if Winston and
