June 24, 2020
One of the deepest, yet most worn-out mantras, cliches even, is “you never know what you have until it’s gone.”
Some of those life experiences, never fully return once they’re gone.
I lost my dad and then my daughter within a few months, now 14 years ago. I don’t say this to draw pity, but to define a timeline.
I grew up in a home where relationships were more important than things. Things tend to wear out. Relationships will continue as long as they are nurtured. Cars rust and get outdated. Bikes tend to collect dust like the well-intended exercise equipment they are, unless used...
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