I Took Care of My Elderly Neighbor – After She Died, the Police Knocked on My Door, and When I Learned Why, My Knees Buckled

quite right. But it was full of love.

She cried when she heard it.

Last week, I recorded my first piece in 60 years. My hands aren’t as nimble as they used to be. I made mistakes. Had to start over several times. But I finished it.

I labeled the recording: “For Robert.” And I placed it on the shelf next to all of his.

Now we’re together again. In the only continue reading …