I'm going to go out on a limb here and just tell me to STFU if I've overstepped my bounds:
Our lives have an index that are marked by events - graduations, weddings, births, deaths. At the most macroscopic level there's life before Denise passed and life after. The bridge between those two times - always and uniquely - is John.
Jeff, when I read your post (and commented just a few minutes ago) tears came to my eyes. I'm sitting in some Mediterranean grill eating hallal meat, typing on my laptop and thanking the fates, God, whatever that your life is blooming after a long hard 12 month+ winter.
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I'm going to go out on a limb here and just tell me to STFU if I've overstepped my bounds:
Our lives have an index that are marked by events - graduations, weddings, births, deaths. At the most macroscopic level there's life before Denise passed and life after. The bridge between those two times - always and uniquely - is John.
Jeff, when I read your post (and commented just a few minutes ago) tears came to my eyes. I'm sitting in some Mediterranean grill eating hallal meat, typing on my laptop and thanking the fates, God, whatever that your life is blooming after a long hard 12 month+ winter.