Two hundred nineteen days ago Roy died. I am sitting in my living room with tears in my eyes. It is the Saturday before Thanksgiving. Normally, we would be planning our holiday; our shopping trip to the market, making sure…
Two hundred nineteen days ago Roy died. I am sitting in my living room with tears in my eyes. It is the Saturday before Thanksgiving. Normally, we would be planning our holiday; our shopping trip to the market, making sure…