This past weekend was, without question, one of the most difficult things I have ever voluntarily done. In the months leading up to it, I nearly backed out more times than I can count. I knew what it would demand of me – that it would be exhausting, that it would bring tears I could not contain, that it would force me to sit face-to-face with a sorrow I spend much of my time trying to hide. That was exactly what happened. And still, I went. And …
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