It wasn’t the oppressive August heat that so stifled Sunday morning as I rode to the nursing home. It was knowing what I’d find when I arrived. Mother’s cramped quarters would be much less cramped. Her roommate’s closet would be empty, the bookshelf housing snack containers would be gone along with her books and Bible.
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