Walking out into the backyard on a spring Saturday morning, ready to start the house projects. We'd work in the yard almost all day until the sun became too much... the girls would play in their sandbox a lot longer than we thought they would. Looking around and seeing you, L*** and C*******, I knew how lucky I was, and yet it was forgotten when I needed you more than you would give and sought elsewhere.
Almost everything of mine has been moved from the house, like life slipping away from a terminally ill patient.
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