I just read the most delicious comment that needs its own post...
The people who drive me mad are the ones who think that because some of us choose to make meaning out of our experience in a particular way that they approve of, than that is why we had to have it. I call bullshit. What we choose to do with the shambles that is our lives may tell one what kind of people we are, but it does not in any way tell anyone anything about what kinds of experiences we needed in our lives.
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Thank you. I am glad it resonated. It means a lot coming from you.
That's a great comment!
OHHH, exactly! I appreciate what I have learned since C.'s death, but I am still not willing to pay that price. If I were given a choice, I would choose C's life over anything I could ever learn from his death.
Ditto to all of you.
Julia's right, so right.
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