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Van Cleef's avatar

This strikes home as I’m finding myself making ever more frequent drives north to attend to and assist my late father’s sister. A spinster as well a former warden and rancher, who never much wanted anything to do with me --even after her brother’s early demise-- but now that her eyesight is failing has a new found appreciation for my presence. Frailty sands away gritty pride I guess. When I’m done being useful, I’m not great company but I can play hymns on an Orange Blossom banjo and for brief while both of us feel a little less bitter about the state of things.

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Angela's avatar

This essay, dear soul, is one of the most heartfelt, honest and memorable pieces I've ever read. Of course, it brought tears to my eyes thinking of my own struggles with family and the sorrowful passing of my parents. A masterful piece, perfect for a Sunday night.

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