By: Ardis E. Parshall - November 27, 2014 I didn’t go home for Thanksgiving 15 years ago. I had been home two weeks earlier for my nephew’s funeral and I just couldn’t afford another drive that soon. So when I answered the phone and heard my mother’s voice, the first thought was only that she was calling to wish me a happy holiday. Instead, she told me that she had fallen a few days earlier and was still in pain, so my father was...
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