The first time I met her she told me to call her Grandma. Although my husband and I were only dating at the time, and although she was his grandmother, she instantly welcomed me into the family and for the rest of her life she treated me and the spouses of all of her other grandchildren, as one of her own. Continue reading
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A Letter from My Dead Father
My father’s death was not expected; he was only thirty-nine years old, healthy and vigorous when he went to work one day and did not come back. He died from Coronary Thrombosis, the same silent killer that later killed newsman Tim Russert. In addition to my mother, he left behind three children, me at age 19 and my brothers ages 17 and 6. Since his death in 1979, I cannot count the number of times my family and I would’ve given anything to hear from him again. And then one day, we did. Continue reading
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