Work/Life Balance and What That Means When Things Fall Apart
Nanea Reeves

Nanea, I carry around the laminated card you gave away at Vics memorial — in my wallet. It’s with me everyday, reminding me of your powerful love and his amazing light. I only met Vic a few times, far fewer than the moments when I’ve gazed at his image in plastic. But those times I take out the card, read through the meditation, give me little islands of peace during the day, allowing me to pause and reflect on Vic’s spirit and the universal gifts of happiness, contentment, and love. Private moments when his life still has impact.

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