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On Feb. 22, 1985, my mother wrote me a letter. I have not read it until today.
We have five cats (which is rather embarrassing to admit). They band together, approaching us en masse, like a gang from West Side Story.
My husband, Bob, will turn 70 soon. He’s been refusing to get out of bed.
My eyes are bleeding.
If I ignore the simple things, I’ll be ignoring most of my life.
My husband, Bob, was the first non-Jewish person to marry into my strict Orthodox Jewish family.
“What do you have behind your back?” I asked my husband, Bob.
“Honey,” I said to my husband, Bob, “it’s time to say goodbye.”
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