perspective
I can’t even begin to count the number of times this year I’ve mumbled, “this is the worst year of my life.” Grandpa died in June. There are still times I forget he’s gone and expect to see him walk through the door and hug me tight. It’s been six months already, but there are plenty of quiet moments when my mind drifts to him and I’m overwhelmed by tears. We had major (read: expensive!)…
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