Last night my younger sister Chedva had a Bar-Mitzvah celebration for her eldest. My sister had named him for our father who had abused her (before the whole sordid history resurfaced). His name almost literally means "consolation for [father's name]". It was an extremely moving affair, that had me crying at points, especially as my nephew is a
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And, as you know, you're not judged on how far you go -- but rather on how far you've come. Adjusted for difficulty -- and brain chemical imbalances are at LEAST a times-ten modifier, if not more.
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Yeah, talk with the shrink. For me, living for a few days after those wonderful days let me deal and live the rest of them; your mileage may vary.
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For what it's worth... it's going around.
My darling stolen daughter was doing so well, saw "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" and called me sobbing so hard I couldn't understand her. She felt she'd lost all she'd accomplished.
Today's LJ is full of saintly teen boys. I'm glad for those mothers.
I'm not even making sense ... just know I'm thinking of you.
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