Still Processing

  

  
I used the word “death” the other day.

Out loud, in general conversation. 

It was the first time I didn’t avoid it. 

Even writing it now, I feel the familiar lump forming. 

I wonder if that feeling will ever disappear. . .

Or if I would ever want it to. 

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About the.way.i.bee

Mother, Wife, Healer, Hopeful Suburban Homesteader. . . Words are my mind's tools; writing, my soul's craft; this circus of life, my heart's muse.
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