<p>It was my oldest son's birthday... there were things to do... and now tears to be shed.</p>

It was my oldest son's birthday... there were things to do... and now tears to be shed.

The Diagnosis

I was a 29 year old mother of three who had spent eleven years with my love. I was widowed. This diary begins five years after his death. I hope I captured the memories of the journey. The lessons. The joy. The sadness. The humor.  The faith. The hope.

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I was a 29 year old mother of three who had spent eleven years with my love. I was widowed. This diary begins five years after his death. I hope I captured the memories of the journey. The lessons. The joy. The sadness. The humor. The faith. The hope.

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The Diagnosis

The Diagnosis