As I drove in the driveway my heart sank. The front yard had an old arched arbor with dead plants barely clinging to it. There was a weathered wooden sign welcoming all that drop by. The names on the once cheerful sign were John and Shirley. At one time this must of been a cheerful and colorful garden while Shirley was still alive. I took a deep breath and rung the doorbell. Expecting an elderly man I was surprised to be greeted warmly by a man, who he later told me, was only 60 years old. Before I even entered the dark home … (7 comments)
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