I hate this year.
I hate that my brother and I are in such a huge fight that we have not spoke to each other since January 1.
I hate that my Aunt Irene passed away (January).
I hate that I was really sick the first 2 months of this year.
I hate that my mother in law was diagnosed with Breast Cancer (March).
I hate that my Uncle Jon was diagnosed with stomach cancer (March).
I hate that my childhood neighbor passed away (June).
I hate that another uncle has bladder cancer (July).
I hate that the hubs grandma had a pacemaker put in and all she does is call everyday and say I want to die. (last call 20 minutes ago).
I hate that Baby Josiah passed away (yesterday).
I hate that my Uncle Steve passed away (today).
I hate that every night I cry and pray for strength to get a grip on all of this and nothing gets easier.
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OMG...it has been way too long since I recreated my favorites file (which vanished mysteriously a while back) and therefore haven't checked your site in way too long.
I'm sorry your year has been so awful, but I know you have the strength to get through it--you are one of the most resilient, patient, caring, giving people I know. Rather than the whole "whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger" BS line, I'm going to go with reminding you that there are many people who love you dearly (even those you don't see all that often, like in, oh, three years) and think of you often and send you mental hugs on a regular basis.
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