Seven Years Later

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Two years later and I still hate the word widow. Two years later and the grief, although much different than it once was, is still there. Two years have brought with it a lot of new firsts that you weren’t here for and that makes me sad. Two years later, I’m still angry at you for leaving me like you did.

Two years later, there is hope for a new tomorrow. Two years later, my faith in God is stronger than its ever been. Two years have brought with it countless times that I’ve been able to share my story and, along with it, hope. Two years later, I have someone in my life who wants to help me remember the good times with you and also makes me realize I will be able to love again.

Two years later, you are missed and loved by all who knew you.

I wrote this five years ago.

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What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

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This question starts getting asked when you’re young enough to understand what it means and continues, albeit with different wording, until you graduate from high school or college.  I work on a college campus and I find myself asking my student workers what they want to do after they graduate.  And now that I’m back in school, Continue reading “What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?”

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