I found myself through the course of the day stopping and looking around whatever room I happened to be in and think, “How will I ever be able to emotionally detach from my home?” “How will I help my children and their sadness when I myself am crying behind closed doors? ” Where will that strength come from?”
With each box I pack, I feel a piece of the house’s energy jump into it. The memories are being pulled from the shelves and laced in a box and sealed marked fragile. I know by …
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Laughing at our mistakes can lengthen our own life. Laughing at someone else’s can shorten it. – Cullen Hightower
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