It was 30 years ago today I received that call. You know “that call.”
It’s one you’re expecting sooner or later, but hoping against hope that it’s later. The voice on the other end speaks softly, slowly, and kindly. In hushed tones they gently inform that your loved has died.
On that day, April 25, 1994, the voice on the phone broke the news that my father, Roy C. Weliever, had passed from this life. Continue reading
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