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as possible. And being the artist he was, he chose to spend his last weeks painting the two people he loved most.
My Neighbor Painted over the Mural My Husband Made for Our Daughter and Me – I Made Sure She Regretted It
Robert worked slowly, resting often in a folding chair under the maple tree. Emma brought him brushes and water. I brought lemonade and pretended not to worry when he winced.
