Day six.
Memorial Day. Gary felt good enough to watch our small town (and I mean very small) Memorial Day parade. We spent the afternoon at our good friendâs house, five houses down with some of our adult children who good make it. It was a good day. The sun was shining, we only (mainly I) only had a few tears in the kitchen this morning in my husbandâs arms. But some moments, I canât help but wonderâŚ








