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This Thanksgiving surely hits the top five worst for me. In the space where I reside between hope for reconciliation, for healing and for joy and the reality of the choices others make that impact my life - holidays have always been problematic. Today the struggle bus is a freight train... Three deaths and the fallout thereafter would have been enough but two people I deeply, deeply love have stepped into a future a 1000 miles away taking their hugs, their laughter, their conversations about dreams and life and love with them. And while I know they are doing the right thing, I'm wrecked. I've found myself reduced to ugly snot cries into a stuffed animal. I've actually cooked and cleaned for three consecutive days. I've written multiple sets of bad country song lyrics. And I cannot go into rooms they once occupied without a deluge of emotions I cannot control. Sometimes we just go through a barrage of difficulty - and we just have to ride it out until we can get to the engine room and regain control of the train. At least I'm not tied to the tracks. Be gentle with those around you who are struggling this Holiday season. Peace.
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