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We got up and planted some os Bruce's zinnias before we walked Rose to school.  She held Denny's hand all the way.  Stopped at Denny's cousin Lynn for a quick visit before heading south.  We got home around 4, I think.  Tired.

Diane messaged to say Dave Parker died.  Good high school classmate and neighbor.  

 This is what grief is.  A hole ripped through the very fabric of your being.  The hole eventually heals along the jagged edges that remain. It may even shrink in size.  But that hole will always be there.  A piece of you always missing.  For where there is deep grief, there was great love.  Don’t be ashamed of your grief.  Don’t judge it.  Don’t suppress it.  Don’t rush it.  Rather, acknowledge it.  Lean into it.  Listen to it.  Feel it.  Sit with it.  Sit with the pain. And remember the love.  This is where the healing will begin.

My mother always said getting older was a privilege denied to many. 

To all of my female friends from 60 years and up... most of us are going through a  challenging phase of our lives. We're at that age where we see wrinkles, gray hair, and extra pounds. We've run households, had careers, raised families, paid the bills, dealt with sickness, sadness, grief, and everything else life has assigned us. We are survivors... we are warriors in the quiet... we are Women...aged like a classic car or a fine wine. Even if our bodies are not what they once were, they carry our histories, our souls, our courage, and our strength. We should never feel bad about getting older. It's a privilege that is denied to so many. 

Enjoy every minute. ❤️