I'm lucky. Do I realize that? Yes. Of course. Do I often feel as if I am? No. Of course not. Life is hard. But I look at my kitties and my dog and I know I'm so blessed. I go to the park every day to feed the ferals and I melt. I drive home on 80 looking at the snow on Tahoe. My life is blessed in so many ways. Those who know me best, know I question everything. That's just me.
Monday, May 10, 2010
I'm lucky. Do I realize that? Yes. Of course. Do I often feel as if I am? No. Of course not. Life is hard. But I look at my kitties and my dog and I know I'm so blessed. I go to the park every day to feed the ferals and I melt. I drive home on 80 looking at the snow on Tahoe. My life is blessed in so many ways. Those who know me best, know I question everything. That's just me.
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We all question. Only a few of us have the courage to admit it.
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I love you Karen. A hard day after Mother's Dad. My sister said something so beautiful to Mom. "You still have 8 kids who need and love you."
Leah, Mother's Day will alawys be raw. Always. We are such a close family and to venture it without him is heartache. I think what helped me is knowing Mom and Dad had dinner together. There's comfort in that. Thanks for stopping by. Love you. XO
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