Sunday Morning Coffee: A Memory

Here’s a memory you may enjoy reading.

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It’s snowing heavily. Wasn’t supposed to start until sometime after five tonight. Watching the big, fat flakes drift down has triggered a memory. I may have written this one before, don’t remember. So here goes.

We lived in southern Minnesota. I was 17, a senior in high school. My little brother, John, was three.

Mom had suffered severe problems for a long time with issues that finally led to her having surgery, a complete hysterectomy including her ovaries, which put her into medical menopause. It was March, when the area we lived in often got the worst blizzards of the winter. Dad had driven from St. James to the hospital in Madelia, a 15-mile trip, to spend some time with Mom. Johnny and I hunkered down for the day, played some games, read some of his favorite stories, and generally just relaxed.

I decided to make a big pot of…

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2 thoughts on “Sunday Morning Coffee: A Memory

  1. janeault1gmailcom

    Thank you for sharing your inspiring story! Having grown up in Wisconsin where there were whiteout snowstorms, could relate to it.

    So glad your father got home safely. Through your descriptions and dialogue, I sensed your emotions.

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