Suburban Chicago, December 31, 1960. I wrote earlier about my Dad's love of flirting. At parties, he often engaged my Mom's best friend, Donna, in cute photo opportunities. Imagine if that generation had had Facebook.
Later, when my Dad was dying—at about this time of year, twenty-six years ago—Donna played a key role in his care taking. When my Mom left the house for work or to grocery shop, Donna came over and sat for many hours with Dad. It was a comfort to him to have a familiar, lifelong friend at his side.
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