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Nimmie's avatar

Lauren, One day, far, far in the future, your two children possibly will have children of their own, and they will read this achingly poignant essay. A light will flip on in their head and heart and they will instantly understand what you navigated that year. And, they will love you all the more. The love you felt from your dad was passed along to your children by you, and they will undoubtedly continue to pass love along. The care and love you gave to your parents didn’t diminish care and love for your children. Rather, it modeled so beautifully the depth and breadth of love.

What a lovely essay. Ricky Mouse provided much needed levity in the middle of my quiet sobbing.

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A child hollered I NEED MY MILK while I read this.

You and the other Pom writers do something really important with your work, showing me that the chaos isn't what happens while I'm trying to find My Life, but rather the chaos is what My Life looks like. Figuring out the ebbs and flows without pretending they don't happen seems like the journey we're on. Y'all make it look meaningful, a fact I can't see every day on my own.

May your Father's memory continue to be a blessing, and thanks for sharing.

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