Goodbye

And here we are…

R.B. Winters
R.B. Winters
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So it turns out to be true: Time will move us forward. Three-hundred and sixty-five days ago I was sure in my thinking that I’d be right here. That was correct. Who would be with me was incorrect. It’s been three-hundred and sixty-six days since the moment Mom passed away. How odd it stills seems. Rather than let the anniversary …