It’s interesting to read the words of someone who has lived through the experience of my daughters, losing a parent at a young age. I read her words from the persective of the parent, and then from the perspective of my children. It hurts both ways. I’ve talked about this concept before,
“A funny thing happens on your way to adulthood. Suddenly you’ve been alive longer without them than with them.”
I was going to try and pick one of Jeneane’s posts to point to, but couldn’t pick any one over all of the others. So go read all of them. Read them and weep. Just don’t do it at work like I did.
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