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Patient. The kind who can do bedtime without calling me like tech support.
My Husband and Our Three Sons Were Lost During a Storm – 5 Years Later, My Youngest Daughter Handed Me a Note in the Middle of the Night and Said, ‘Mom, I Know What Really Happened That Day’
“Honey, I’m sick. Ben isn’t answering.”
At 3:00 p.m., my phone rang. Diane.
“Karen,” she wheezed, “when are you coming to pick up Melissa?”
