I still remember how, eighteen years ago, our August vacation was briefly delayed. Instead of heading to our beloved spot in Maine, we drove to Ontario, Canada, to spend several days with my failing, elderly father. We needed to share some of the pain and struggle that attacks us all between Christmas and Easter.
LIVING BETWEEN CHRISTMAS AND EASTER
LIVING BETWEEN CHRISTMAS AND EASTER
LIVING BETWEEN CHRISTMAS AND EASTER
I still remember how, eighteen years ago, our August vacation was briefly delayed. Instead of heading to our beloved spot in Maine, we drove to Ontario, Canada, to spend several days with my failing, elderly father. We needed to share some of the pain and struggle that attacks us all between Christmas and Easter.