My parents, I mean. After, like, a decade of divorce. Because they sprung that on me last year while I was in California, half-heartedly trying to convince my dad that he needed to sign a Deed of Transfer because his dementia was getting severe, and it was right before he was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s.
I did know some of this, but... wow. *hug*
**virtual HUGS** from a long time reader of your work and admirer. Mazel ?
Oh, man. Thank you as always for sharing.