I can’t begin to explain or recount how things fell apart and when. Was it two years ago? 8 years ago? Does it matter? The result is still the same. I am here, doing my best to stay strong every day. Strength. I struggle with this. I struggle because I am tired, depleted, and sometimes frail. I struggle because I know I have to finish the business I did…
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