I sat down to write thank you notes for Christmas presents I had received and began to feel like a fraud.
There’s a joke about an old man who was getting up in years. He had lost his wife, his business, his family; everything was gone. He had nothing left but the grudges.
As I walk up the sidewalk to the entry of the nursing home where my younger sister resides, I take a deep breath. It’s a heart-breaking pilgrimage I’ve been making a few times a week, and I brace myself as I go into the lobby.
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