It was 1969. I was bathing, my hair in rollers, preparing for a fun Friday night in Boston. I froze when I heard my mother scream, calling for help after discovering my father dead, the television on and his book in his lap. It was my first experience with grief.
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There are countless true stories about Boston. This project tells one at a time, in exactly 50 words. The series is edited by Alex Kingsbury.