Category: History
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Reflections on Grief {20 Years}
Today marks 20 years since my dad left this earth. He was not yet 40 years old, and I was just shy of 10–eager to enter the double-digit years, ready to grow older. I had no idea how quickly I would be thrust into learning some of life’s deepest lessons–on loss, on life and death,…
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The Big One
Every summer when I was young, my family ventured into the wilds of western Maine to go camping, passing the time biking, canoeing, swimming, moose scouting, exploring waterfalls, white-water rafting, and, of course, hiking. Ahh, hiking…there was nothing quite as satisfying as reaching the top of a tall peak after a strenuous hike, enjoying a…
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Wondering
Eighteen years ago. My last chance to hug you, to be engulfed in your arms and whisper, “I love you,” to give you–my favorite–butterfly kisses. Did I hug you that day? Did you hold my hand or give me a kiss? I wish I could remember. But I was only 9. Oh, how I…