It is a privilege to reblog this post–thank you, Shandra!
Although these fine folks had been family friends for more than 15 years, We’d never, but in passing. met.
They lived catty-corner from my Grandparents in the small (is it fair to say miniscule?) town in which my dad had grown up. The same one we returned to for 30+/- years each hot (v-e-r-y) hot summer. Indeed it is well-known their care, friendship & love is the main reason my pioneer spirit Grands were able to keep and live “independently” in their home of 50 years as age, and it’s ever faithful companion Father Time, marched relentlessly on.
I’d not been here since 2010. By choice. The tension. A cold shoulder. The looks. Sometimes one must just say ‘no thanks.’ Enough said.
Back to here. People milling about . A petite silver-haired, purposeful woman came down the few stairs. We’d never really met until recently. I’d heard about The Browns…
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