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The year of firsts is done. We’ve celebrated all the birthdays and holidays without our Dads and Grandpas. Sometimes we stared at empty seats. Sometimes we took fancy dishes to the couch so a meal seemed nothing like it did before, in a layout where no one was missing. Sometimes we spoke their names. Sometimes…
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My word for this year is purpose. I’m not attached to it, and unlike other years I’ve not spent a lot of time thinking about it. It doesn’t feel right and I just don’t love it. In fact, whenever I hear or encounter it I move to focus on something else. Maybe I simply haven’t…
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A year. It’s been a year since my Dad died. It’s been a year since my Dad passed away. It’s been a year since my Dad went to heaven. Just typing the words makes me feel like I can’t take a deep breath. Like a brick is laying on my chest. I hate that I…
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Today is my Dad’s birthday, and in just two weeks the year of freedom will draw to a close. I’ve spent months trying to figure out why this was the year of freedom, taking notes when freedom thoughts hit me and assuming that by year’s end it would all come together and I would understand.…
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There are no words. I’ve sat down to write so many times in the last three months, but each time I get up and walk away because I simply have no words. It’s not disappointing. It’s not frustrating. It simply is. Each time I wonder what it says that I don’t even care that the…
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