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I’M CRYING WHILE I’M DREAMING

In many dreams my mother appeared to me. We were holding hands and laughing, and then suddenly she died. Each time it happened in a different way. Continue reading

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HOW WE DON’T CARE – PART 2

It was my music and songs that caused my heart to stir again with feeling. And when my parents faded from my life, I did not want to accept numbness anymore. My children did not require, nor benefit from my constant devotion either. It was the discovery of my self-worth that gave me the courage to change my life. Continue reading

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HOW I DID CARE

I was a sensitive soul and I still am. I spent a lot of my youth chasing friendship and suffering because of it. I have the insight that it wasn’t until I experienced Jason’s death that I learned how unimportant all that was. The pain of loss and bereavement set my course for many years after that. Maturity finally came to me, when I learned what true pain was. Continue reading

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