Being family means being able to forgive each other of almost anything. Almost. For some things there is never solace or reprieve, no matter the necessity or righteousness of it. Traveling to this year's Memorial Day gathering of the clan feels like going to my own funeral. It must be done, and done well. When the fall is all that's left, it matters very much.
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Treat yourself well after words. You're worth it.
Thanks, Catherine.
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