If we hear of an out-of-town friend’s death, don’t we think, if only I could have seen her to say goodbye? Or perhaps we think, I miss so-and-so; I hope I’ll see him again before I die.
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...No stinky diapers, no dreaded calls in the night. Nothing here to remind me of the constant terror of having three teenagers and their friends whirling through the house.
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