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Monday, April 11, 2011
It's the hard-knock life
You can become an orphan at any age. I became one at the age of 49. It doesn't matter how old you are it's still a hollow feeling. Initially, I thought it was a freeing experience. I had no one left to answer to, no one needing me to call, or giving me a hard time when I didn't. No flowers or cards to remember.
It feels different now. I thought I asked all the questions but I forgot a few and now there are no answers. No one exists who knew me when, before I became whoever it is that I am now. I don't know that I ever thought about the fact that it wasn't just me before but now it really is just me.
Just me.
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