I want to say something profound. I have mulled it over for days but seem to fall back on the change of seasons - the view from our front door - for six months ago, as my father spent his last morning on earth in this room where I type this status, it was snowing, beautifully but menacingly for drivers (dad was not fond of snow). Today, rather than a subfreezing temperature, sunny with a high the 80s. Time, indeed, does move forward. Enough said.
On this sixth-month anniversary of the passing of Rudolph Nyhoff, M.D., a note of recollection and love at the time we shared together. — in Cochranville, PA.
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