My youngest child, Flynn, when he was five and his mother and I had just separated and he was splitting his time between us in Jersey, and in his twenties, goofing at the camera in our local Jersey coffee shop as I was beginning to have as yet undiagnosed Parkinson's symptoms and he was beginning to be my part-time caretaker (his mother and others lending a hand too) until I moved to the Berkshires in '21. He still comes up on visits and helps out. I sure have a lot to be grateful for.
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