A widow’s memories bring grief, comfort

I often think of our last day together. We walked our dog, Lui, a Jack Russell terrier who would run in mad circles around the football field behind the Town Office building. This day, though, Lui stayed leashed and we moved slowly. Abe was in home hospice care, his heart functioning at 10%.

But he was upbeat.

“I feel stronger today,” he said. “I think I can walk a bit farther each day.”

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