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Walking past her son’s old room, Mrs. Wilde can still hear the voices of her only son and her sweet husband. She remembers the bedtime stories, the father-son talks, and the junior baseball lessons. But although these memories are sometimes bittersweet, she takes solace in the fact that she can still see one of her greatest loves again.

A melancholy variation of Colonel Arbuckle’s baseball idea - thank you!

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