August 6th, 2021
RIP Frank Mitchell
My sweet brother died 7 years ago today. I still miss him. He will always be with me. Here’s something I wrote the morning he died: I normally wake up at 3:15 a.m. on weekdays for morning radio. On Wednesday morning, the phone rang at 2 a.m. That’s never a good thing. It was my niece. She told me my
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