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Grief is the sneaky black sheep of the emotion family
It has been a little over a year since my father passed away. I miss him every day, the hard grief that you feel for months where you want to roll up in a ball and hide from the world and cry, passed during the first few months. At least I always think it has…
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I’m Not Growing Old
They say that I am growing old. I’ve heard them tell it times untold, In language plain and bold– But I’m NOT growing old. This frail old shell in which I dwell Is growing old, I know full well– But I am not the shell. What if my hair is turning grey? Grey hairs are…
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