Written by Chris Prouty on May 5, 2011
When I was a kid, my Mom zipped up my neck and chin in my snow suit.
I’ll never forget that day.
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When it’s my father’s time, I will treasure my memories of him much like I remember the beautiful blossoms on my orchids—memories of a life well lived.