Jeremy Clarke Jeremy Clarke

Bad news from my oncologist didn’t spoil my joyous reunion with my grandson

I hadn’t seen Oscar since Christmas, and had spent months looking forward to his visit

Caption: Oscar and I lay beside the pool after dark to watch great balls of fire arching the western sky. Credit: Cylonphoto
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