epilogg: home to eulogy no one heard

I’m often terrible remembering names and details so it’s surprising how distinctly I can still remember when I heard the news that a loved one died or how vividly I can recall the last time I saw them alive.   Jennie was one of those people.  I don’t remember her obituary. I do remember her eulogy no one heard. Jennie was like another grandmother to me growing up. I saw her almost every day.  When she died, I was in college across the state line. I remember riding the first bus home for her funeral.  It was dark, rumbling down the

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