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Let's go back...

Tell my story.

I work out... sometimes...but it doesn't mean I do it alone.

I didn't expect this blog to turn out this way, but I am adjusting to it.

To the parents weeping the loss of a child or the spouse whose dreams are shattered.

Vacation, getting away, and remembering

The sixth stage of grief, crying over your taxes

Don't ever say Everything Happens for a Reason

My heart will go on, even if it needs crutches and a bandage

Grief and Valentine's Day

I get knocked down, but I get up again.