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Sometimes it's ok

I was with a good friend last night, crying my eyes out and realizing how long it had been since I'd really had a good cry. There is something cathartic to letting it all fall from your eyes and let it go.

I felt better for having done so. It's nice to have a friend with good strong shoulders and a listening ear. Especially one that can make you laugh in the middle of your own pity party.

Thanks darlin'. You're solid gold.

I have a lovely calligraphy piece that is framed and hangs in my family room. It was given to me by a wonderful former neighbor with a big heart. It reads:

Our family
is a circle of
strength and love-With
every birth and every union,
the circle grows.
Every joy shared adds
more love. Every crisis
faced together
makes the circle
stronger.


Our circle is a strong one.

Comments

  1. Big hugs

    With lots of empathy

    Cherrypie x

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  2. Thanks Cherrypie. Hugs are appreciated.

    Update, my sister is fine!!!! The retesting showed there was nothing there, where they'd thought they'd seen something!!

    I cannot begin to tell you how grateful I am. How relieved How happy.

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  3. I've been a bad boy and been away for a bit, but I'll catch up.

    This appears to have been a very emotional week for you, but you seem to have a lot of strength and support.

    And that's a great thing.

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