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Between the land and the skies is where I remember you.
When I come home from work or even taking the garbage out, the boys get so excited to see me. I love it. I don't take it for granted and I revel in it every single time. However, I'm also dealing with a bit of guilt over it. My sister should be the one getting hugs, or hell, their father should be greeted in such a way. Maybe someday...
They are doing well. There is sadness and struggle with understanding. The oldest asked me the other day, "So, mommy never got better, did she?" It's moments that make me catch my breath. I can't be anything but honest, though.
The future is exciting and scary all at the same time. I wish that I had words to express how suddenly not being self involved feels. Maybe someday...
When I come home from work or even taking the garbage out, the boys get so excited to see me. I love it. I don't take it for granted and I revel in it every single time. However, I'm also dealing with a bit of guilt over it. My sister should be the one getting hugs, or hell, their father should be greeted in such a way. Maybe someday...
They are doing well. There is sadness and struggle with understanding. The oldest asked me the other day, "So, mommy never got better, did she?" It's moments that make me catch my breath. I can't be anything but honest, though.
The future is exciting and scary all at the same time. I wish that I had words to express how suddenly not being self involved feels. Maybe someday...

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