Dad
My Dad died. The day after the burial anniversary of my Mom. He passed in the early morning hours of the 22nd. I remember waking up the morning of the 22nd, happy that I had weathered the gloom and doom/emotional roller coaster...
Read More© 2013 Sandra Jean-Pierre The cards lay wantonly, this un-winning hand exposed with all watching. Taking the Lion’s share of the suffering, owner succumbing to the decorated waxy surfaces’ hidden meanings. Quickly,...
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