holding hands

After our delayed radiotherapy appointment, Mom and I drove through snarled traffic until we were close to our neighborhood, then wended our way over to Fort Hunt Park. I was surprised to see how few people were there; it was a gorgeous Friday afternoon.

Mom and I walked hand-in-hand along the perimeter road, probably covering a few hundred yards as we strolled away from and then back to the van. The day was quiet and beautiful. So was Mom.


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