Remembering Mrs. Roosevelt

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Mrs. Roosevelt died a month after coming home. That evening her children were downstairs making funeral arrangements. It was dark when the hearse arrived. David was to ride with her for the last time. I heard the hearse door slam as it slowly pulled away from the house. I watched from an upstairs window. The long black car stopped at the corner for a red light. I remember thinking how strange it was that traffic lights were still functioning.