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| (Pinterest is sucking away my day today.) As this is one of my favorite poems, one that was written on the wall in our kitchen for a large part of the summer, I had to move it to here...because it's pretty to look at and pretty to read. |
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October, 2019 Nearly seven weeks ago, my dad died. Writing that seems as surreal as the actual experience. And yet, here I sit, fatherless...
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There are worse things than dying. At least, that is what my mother told me hours after I lost my first patient and I couldn't shake th...
So....I think I need to steal this. It's gorgeous. I have to set my timer on my phone so I don't spend all night on there. I get the guilt trip from Mike and it's not a pleasant fight after that. It's all about compromise, right?
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