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Post by Rosanna de Beauchamp on Oct 4, 2009 10:18:53 GMT -5
It had been a very long year for my father and I. Mourning Corrine had taken a toll on both of us, father especially. i was worried about his health. One one hand, he hadn't gotten any worse, which was a blessing. On the other hand, he hadn't gotten any better either. I feared he would never really recover. The bad turn he had taken after we learned of Corrie's death would have kept me at his bedside permanently, except that I had to travel home to the country to take care of Corrie's funeral. After that had been taken care of, I spent most of my time at the townhouse. Father had taken most of this seemingly endless year to recuperate, and he still was nowhere near as good as I would have liked, but he had insisted that I get back to my life and return to society. As much as I missed her, Corrie would have likely agreed. So now I have a small fete to organise, shopping to do, and friends to contact.
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