The empty leather recliner or the head of the kitchen table—another empty chair. Mom makes food, but we have extras. When together my family asks, “is this everyone?” On graduation day, I get a look of pride from my mom, but it feels strange that you can’t even celebrate this with me. When I getContinue reading “Loss“
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Rejoicing in Truth 