The very last time I saw Jimmy—the one who held on and whom I let go—he was not himself. I had taken Winston, our dog, on his and my bedtime walk. We were living in Coolidge Corner, almost two years after I sold our family home and escaped a long decline, which included Jimmy’s increasing … Continue reading This Will Be the Last Time
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