Dates That Stick
Some dates, you just don't forget.
And I am pretty certain that on September 20, 1983, tragedy struck my small microcosm.
We opened the front door to head out to the carpool, and in an instant, our lovely dog, Holly, bounded out of the door. She had seen a dog across the street, and just needed to say hello. Unfortunately, a car interrupted her in the street.
I saw the whole thing and I am grateful I don't remember details. Holly limped back home, and mom ushered us to school. When we returned from school, Holly was no longer there.
I've briefly written about this incident before, most likely when Ferdinand was sick. I don't intend to dwell on it today. But I do hope to never forget it.
And I am pretty certain that on September 20, 1983, tragedy struck my small microcosm.
We opened the front door to head out to the carpool, and in an instant, our lovely dog, Holly, bounded out of the door. She had seen a dog across the street, and just needed to say hello. Unfortunately, a car interrupted her in the street.
I saw the whole thing and I am grateful I don't remember details. Holly limped back home, and mom ushered us to school. When we returned from school, Holly was no longer there.
I've briefly written about this incident before, most likely when Ferdinand was sick. I don't intend to dwell on it today. But I do hope to never forget it.
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