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100 Words on Love, by Jarad Dewing
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The Susquehanna ran murky beneath our feet, the aluminum dinghy bobbed aimlessly south, the taste of steamed clams and buttered corn still new on my small pink tongue. I stuck a fern in the bow and declared myself Captain; you chuckled and pointed out stumps to avoid.
When I visited at Christmas, I asked about the river cabin and your clouded eyes glistened; you begged me to take you. We can’t, I said, it’s flooded and the nurses wouldn’t let me. Oh, you said, and called me by my uncle’s name, I’m sorry, I forgot.
It’s alright, it’s alright.
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Photo: Flickr/Bunny Paffenroth
Wow, that is beautiful. Tear-filled eyes, missing both parents, very difficult, heavy heart struggles with being an orphan at 46.
Hugs to you, Tammy.