by Dave Parks
Mimi made a shirt for each of us five siblings to wear to the meal after Mother’s funeral.
Four of us put them on.
My brother, Bob, bless his heart, couldn’t do it. I think Mother’s memory is so precious to him he couldn’t joke about her.
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