Libby did an amazing job of making me feel special. Gifts. Flowers. At her idea we went to Holy Hill and walked the Stations of the Cross. But for missing half of my heart, it was a good day.
Talk about a severe reset of the "okay" calibration.
I had Shabbat with my rabbi friend and his family. We talked about my anger with God some. One of the things that he said is that every person born has a purpose. Some fulfill their purposes sooner than others, so they get to go "home" earlier.
And I still cry.
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