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  1. Mandy
    Mandy at |

    Amen.

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  2. Laurie
    Laurie at |

    Very true… my mom was re-hospitalized late last night with her dual/competing diagnoses of bipolar episode and illeostomy management (the perfect shitstorm, as it were) so I’m right there with you. The hardest forms of gratitude are the ones that really move me from platitudes on moving photos to gritty & scraping brushes with true oneness among all living things. Thanks for this post.

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  3. Elinor Warkentin
    Elinor Warkentin at |

    Your story about your nephew is heartbreaking.
    It’s not easy to be thankful when life looks like an outhouse or to be thankful for whatever comes your way.
    I admire your persistence and resolution.

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