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28 is the number of years I lived. 2020 is the year I died. Memoirs of events and people I left behind. Thank God my mother is a writer, she knew my story from the inside out.
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Jul 12, 2021
Life Lessons I Didn’t Learn Until I Was Dead
Don’t wait as long as I did to realize these things
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May 6, 2021
Grief is a Thousand Pounds of Abstract
Yet, it’s a real as it comes
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Feb 7, 2021
Unfinished, Unopened, Unsent, and Unread
Who will finish your story when you’re not around to do it?
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Jan 19, 2021
Being a Mama’s Boy is the Smartest Thing I Ever Did
And my mother reluctantly agrees
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Jan 10, 2021
Never Stop Standing Up for Your Kids
Even when they make it difficult to do so
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Jan 9, 2021
Someone Is Going to Die Without Knowing How You Feel
And that is a bigger tragedy than death itself
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Jan 6, 2021
Words Can’t Describe How Funny I Was After I Died
No really, actual words cannot describe it
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Jan 2, 2021
Odd Rituals of Sad People
Finding catharsis and a little humor in grieving
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