Three more pages from the Life of my Parents-Illustrated.
I am working my way through events that made an impression on me, or tales my parents told that made an impression.
For example, the birth of my brothers; twins.
One, the smaller one, died shortly after birth.
I know his name was Andrew and that he had something go wrong with his heart.
I don’t know where he is buried.
But I’m trying to rectify that.
I’m asking my parents friends; friends who knew them from their youth.
The friends that drove 600 kilometers to see my dying mother for the 20 minutes she could stay awake over the top of the morphine..
A few days later they drove the 600 Kms again for her funeral.
I call that proper good friendship.
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