She walked up behind him, put her arms around him and nestled her head on his shoulder. "Good morning, Frank," she whispered in his ear. He did not turn around, but patted her arm. And so they stood there quietly, two people almost melted into one, looking out their patio door at the flowers in their backyard.
Wednesday, August 1, 2018
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The Journey Home
For all the ones we have had to say goodbye to. As long as you are in our hearts you will never be gone. And you are ever in our hearts.
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