We’re past the day designated to celebrate our independence. What I like best, is the part where families get together. Another bittersweet day where I’ll also say, for a lot of us, remembering those who are no longer physically with us. For me, remembering my last innocent July 4th and four days later, the worst day of my life. It doesn’t get easier. I’ve accepted how hard it is and that acceptance helps me get through it.
Tuesday, July 5, 2022
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