by Rebecca Copeland | Jul 16, 2025 | Memories
What is it, I asked, as I tore into the package. Daddy always brought gifts back to us when he traveled. Usually he carried home a large chocolate bar for us to split, but occasionally he picked up separate gifts for each of us. For me he invariably brought back some... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Dec 8, 2021 | Family
My father’s later years were difficult. He bounced from one nursing home to another, his peripatetic life precipitated by his refusal to stay where he was put. By the time my father entered his first nursing home, he was losing his ability to walk. He had nearly lost...
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