It was the second-worst week of my life.

I said good-bye to my relatives in Buffalo after saying my final farewell to my Dad and flew back to Nashville, where I collected my truck from my brother’s house and drove home in a steady rain to the place I have called home for 55 years now — Owensboro.

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