The Sorting of the Pills
Jack Herlocker

This story was like velcro — I could not pull away. The telling — writing, was touchable. So many of us are experiencing this to some degree, watching somebody slip away before our eyes. I’m sorry. :(

I hope you and Deb have many, many, many years to sit on the porch enjoying the sound of water — no pills.

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