Hello my Extended Family, Yes You
Coming home from my daughter’s house was the hardest thing ever. Walking into a quiet home was disturbing to my soul. No sounds from the air mattress machine. No Hospice or caregivers. Just me and my thoughts.
I couldn’t take it. Too many stabs at my heart and too many tears so I had to make a change.
Starting yesterday, I painted my living room. Today, I painted my bedroom. My living room had…
Who I am 
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