Laurence and I loved Sundays. It was our day to sleep in. Laurence would prepare a wonderful breakfast for us. We would listen to jazz and read the Sunday paper. Sometimes we would go for a drive or for a walk in the afternoon, of course, only when it wasn't football season.
Thinking of him on his birthday, missing him on Valentine's Day and remembering our special Sundays together.
It's been a weepy day today.
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