8.1.19 Picking Up the Pieces & Trying to Move On… (Journal)

I think about Dad every second of every hour of every day. I think about all the great times, they overshadow the bad or sad ones. The memories come flooding back quickly and unrelentlessly, like a Summer monsoon... Like the time that my Sister Nickie stood at her bedroom window and told me at the... Continue Reading →

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