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612wpFrT0WL._SX258_BO1,204,203,200_I was a mess by the time I finished reading this. Didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. And Shannon, what a beautiful poem… It made me cry because when my son was leaving, moving to Florida to be with his fiance, while I was helping him sort through some things he wanted to take with him, I found his book “Love You Forever” in the bottom of his suitcase. He was 29… Yes, I know that feeling.

Survival Skills

Lonely is such a strange word to me and forces me to think about how being lonely and being alone are entirely different things, which bring up very different feelings within me.

It arouses no pangs from within me, but the sight of the little bunny in the picture brought tears to my eyes, so there must be something lingering, likely related to my sons in some way. My youngest had a Peter Rabbit themed nursery, so that is where my thoughts have taken me today.

When cleaning out my sons’ rooms, after they moved away, the sight of their things made my chest hurt and tears sting my eyes, but I didn’t take the time to process the feelings inside me. There was work to do and things to stuff deep, as that is always easiest, right??

I think the only loneliness I feel right now is one for those…

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