Grief is a journey.


  • Myrtle pt. 1

    September 11, 2019 by

    Here’s what I remember: Myrtle was an aunt, married to…Henry? They lived at the end of Muriel Town Road. Myrtle would “get out” sometimes and show up knocking on Ira and Lennie’s front door (my dad’s parents). See, Myrtle was off. And this was a time when you kept it in the family. Henry was… Read more

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