When I was a child, of the 365 days in a year, only two had meaning for me: my birthday on May 9 and Christmas on December 25. 255 more words
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We all suffer loss in our lives.
It is an unavoidable, unexplainable, unfair fact. I am amazed at the strength of the human heart. I remember days, in the fresh agony of loss, wondering how my heart was still beating, how my muscles still made my body go through the everyday motions of life. 677 more words
I’ve vowed never to write a blog post with “Part One” in the title; however, some stories are too long to be told in one post. 1,780 more words