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And when your people die, you have to listen to strangers speak your nightmare into existence.
These uniformed strangers carve me open with their words, but they are just doing their jobs. I can’t scream at people who are just doing their jobs, can I? I want to. My father sits in a vinyl padded chair.
Some truths only tragedy can teach.
“Don’t make your life about the loss. Make it about the love.”

