It was on April 7, 45 years ago, that I came home from school to see my Uncle Bob sitting in my grandmother's chair. My grandmother (Grammy Warburton) lived with us and she had her own special chair in the corner of the dining room.
I thought this was odd, but not that odd; after all, Uncle Bob lived next door. Uncle Bob was my Mom's brother and it was not uncommon for him to be over visiting his mother.
A short time later, my Dad came home early from the hospital where he was visiting my gravely ill Mom.
She had been in Geisinger Medical Center for about 10 days and we had been by her side (well, not really at her side for me -- my Dad wouldn't let me in her room so I didn't see her in that condition. I'm still not sure if that was good or bad) all that time, but on this day my Dad thought it would be better if I had a break from that and got back into my school routine.
He came in the door, hugged me and said, "It's over."
This was not surprising given her condition, but it sent shock waves through me that I feel to this day. It was a moment, and a feeling, that never goes away.
Never.
So, I just wanted to note the significance of this date and also rerun this post. And this one too.
Memories may fade, but the feelings, and there are many, many warm ones, remain.
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