Moving

Sixty years ago I left home. I never expected to move back but the old folks kept getting older. My father offered me my grandmother’s house and I moved. I told myself it wouldn’t be for long … but the years passed … and so did my people. Time came for me to move on. I found the deed to Grandma’s home, that long-ago gift from my father. On the back of the deed, where a dollar amount was to be entered, my father had written, “Love and Affection.” The clerk at the deed office said she’d never seen the like.

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