Today is the full moon and I am back home again after a week in my Dad’s house with his partner Linda, my sister Becka, and the memories. It’s hard to be home after all that, but not only because of the grief, but also because of years of being separated by the miles between Washington State and Minnesota. The pattern has haunted me always. The return f…
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