By Jeff Westover
As his wife lay terminally ill on the couch next to the family Christmas tree Robert May held his young daughter in his lap as they gazed upon a snowy December scene out the window of their Chicago apartment. Barbara, at four years old, knew all too well that things were not normal for her family.
“Why?” she asked her father, Robert. “Why is my mommy different from all the other mommies?”
For Robert May this heartbreaking question would ins... [Read More]
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