by Rebecca Copeland | Aug 17, 2022 | Family
When I was born my father’s colleagues sent him condolences. I was the fourth daughter. The year was 1956, long before parents knew about “gender reveals.” Mine had prepared for a son. Of course they’d have a son. How could they have another daughter? But I was...
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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