I'm gonna wallow here with Clinton for a moment. Some of you know my father died six months ago. I thought I was doing really well... but yesterday a friend told me her father-in-law had recently died after a very long illness, and then it all came back to me, and I went home a crying, sobbing mess. By and large I don't suppose I have anything to complain about but I think the loss is greater than I imagined and makes small irritants into great ones.

and I told Mister, you know, I didn't think it would be this hard. I feel like I should be doing better. And he told me it's okay to take the time I needed to get better. But sometimes it feels like forever. 'Scuse me while I go get a kleenex.....

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