Bill
Monday, February 2, 2015
A Poem
Dropped Paul off at the airport this morning and things are settling down a bit. While going through mom's things in preparation for putting the house on the market, I stumbled on an old crumpled up newspaper clipping in a satchel off my dad's with this poem on it. I found it touching and appropriate.
Bill
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Dear Bill, Thanks for sharing. Thinking of you and Peggy while taking on the difficult task of sorting through a parent's belongings. Warm regards, Don
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