Walk away

Last night had heartbreaking quality. We had dinner as a family, T was ever so nice, the children whined about eating vegetables and smeared pizza into their hair. Were it not for the palpable sadness, it could have been a couple of months ago, when our lives hadn’t been torn apart. And while I know that denial is all part of the process, somewhere deep inside of me lies the faith that this is not the end of the story.

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