Before Parkinson’s disease, my late uncle Brandon was always on the move. He always needed something to do, especially on weekends. If he wasn’t planning a hunting trip, he was outside grilling ribs, sausage, or brisket and inviting neighbors over without a second thought. The house was rarely quiet. There was always laughter, music, and people dropping by. Family, friends, neighbors, and even strangers felt welcome. My uncle was at the heart of…
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