Shared memories of a lifetime become like your secrets when your parent gets ill. You hold their hand and it lacks the authority it once had. The command. It is soft, the fingers tapered, the veins pronounced. And you hold it with your stronger grip, grateful as anyone has ever been about anything that you have this one more moment. Whether they have been hard or easy to love, they have been yours.

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