Last week George and I headed home to Rochester where I grew up. My parents have sold the house they built the year before I was born. There were torrents of memories there; so many things to thank God for. Wonderful to see family and old HS pals. And, on top of it all, George was a peach on the airplane.
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I wish I could have enjoyed your last visit "home." I have no idea what it's like to grow up in one house and then leave it forever. I hope you got to say a proper goodbye. I know I'll always carry memories of that lovely place.
Hugs!
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