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The pity party was back on. I was in the graveyard of times gone by, of long-ago memories, and questions never asked, in the home of a newly departed mother whose scent still filled the house. Now I had a friend to grieve. And, I was alone. My wife was thousands of miles away. My sister locked down in Covid protocols. There was no one to give me the hug that I needed at that moment, which would have solved everything and nothing at all. I could have filled my thoughts with positives affirmations about how good I had it compared to so many other, but I didn’t have the energy. So, I hugged myself and wept. Continue reading →