It'd been one week since my Dad had passed away. I was heading into a convenience store and ran into someone I knew casually. They asked how I was doing, offered condolences and then proceeded to say, "At least you had time to say good bye, it could've been worse..... he could've died in a sudden accident." Hmm.... yes, I suppose that is true. I got to watch my strong, hard-working Dad shrivel into a thin, barely-recognizable, weak man..... losing his battle with cancer... I suppose it COULD have been worse! I left the conversation a bit upset.... telling myself that the person meant well. This happened over 5 years ago and yet I remember it clear as day. This brings me to my blog today. I have this "thing". You could call it a pet peeve of mine.... Here are some more examples: I was pregnant with my first child. I got a paper cut.... the kind where a whole book cut one finger. Multiple cuts. It hurt. I was gripping my fing
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