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Dear Reader,

Something was troubling her. I could tell she was holding back tears, but we were strangers. So I only looked her way and smiled-- but the look in her eyes--I wish I would have asked if everything was all right.

The look in her eyes.

I'd seen that look before. It was the look in my Grandma Hale's eyes. We'd just returned home from Grandpa's funeral and the strong woman, the grandma who I'd never seen cry until today, looked at me from across the living room and her eyes were begging for an answer, "Oh, how am I going to go on?"

The look in her eyes.

It reminded me of the look in Leona's eyes. Leona was sitting in a lawn chair on a hill, away from the commotion, but close enough to hear the auctioneer selling her possessions one-by-one. She had to leave behind her pink house on the corner and move into a nursing home, and the frightened look in her eyes was searching for an answer, "Oh, how am I going to go on?"

The look in her eyes.

Something was troubling her. I could tell she was holding back tears and I wish I would have asked, because I'll always remember the look in her eyes.

Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.

Suzanne Beecher

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