Covid is everywhere. So many people are telling me their stories of friends, families and self. My own family is effected. These times we are living through. How will we look back on this? One of my daughter's friends...her mother died. They had to live stream the funeral. She and I reflected on how much the hugs and people contact meant at Andrew's funeral. I gained strength from being hugged again and again. These days I'm praying for people a lot more. I believe it helps.
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