Two Hearts Are Better Then One
Then in the beat of a heartbeat, (well, really two) our whole world changed. Our world became a whirlwind. We lived in the town where we went to high school. We owned two homes in town and the one we lived in had a pool. Our children were involved in every recreational sport they could join. And, there was chorus, band concerts, and school plays to attend. It was the good life. I remember how emotional I would get at many shows. I cried like a baby the first one. Their recorder concert was another story. Out of anyone in my family, I knew my dad would really enjoy it. He was in the middle stages of Alzhiemers and I had to get up several times to bring him back to our seats. That was the last show he attended. We lost my dad when my children were eleven. My mom and brother joined us every holiday. We rarely went out unless we could walk there, and be close by. And, we would go to fundraiser...