My eyes greeted Christmas morning filled with heavy tears, as the once joyous carol rang out from the main room. As my father said last night, “I’m not so much sad, as I am empty and without any type of understanding”.
I was hoping that I could handle my sorrow with grace and dignity; I wanted to be the pillar of strength for my family. He was
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I'm sitting here, wiping tears out of my own eyes as I remember being with my 'step'-kitty as we put him down last April. He may have been Greg's cat first, but he became mine too.
Again, thank you for sharing in such beautiful, poetic prose.
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I hope you had a Merry Christmas, and I'm sorry that I wasn't able to stop into your open-house.
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