It was every bit as enjoyable as I had hoped. Tuesday was my parents’ last day in the house they dragged us to in 1970. It was difficult for them to pack up their belongings and move to an independent living center.
That morning, my sister and I attended a farewell breakfast thrown for them by friends in Holladay. When Mom and the Old Man asked us to be there, we knew it was for emotional support. They were going to miss their friends.
Mom was most saddened. She had formed close attachments du...
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