May the light be always on wherever home may be and our hearts forever lit with love by each sweet memory Anne Calodich Fone Forty-one years of memories have flooded my thinking over the past couple of months. How did I get here so fast? Just yesterday, my sister and I were little girls in matching nightgowns and rollers sitting on Grandma and Grandpa’s felt brown couch with wooden armrests, waiting to go to sleep. It didn’t seem like many […]
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