February 2026

The Third Death

The creaky, wooden kitchen chairs arranged around the Franklin stove awaited the ‘reading of the will’. My insides harbored sparks of anticipation mixed with twitches of sadness. A December snowfall worsened the foreboding gloom on this mournful Sunday, bringing dreariness inside the room. I hated snow. Every Pennsylvania winter while growing up on the farm,

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