Everything must change…


That song by Quincy Jones always makes me feel a kind of way.
After a brief but intense illness, my sister passed away last Sunday.
It wasn’t a shock but it is a blow. I am now the last of my father’s children. That looks weird in print.
I am all over the place emotionally. We bury her tomorrow. I’m completely over thinking it and having anxiety attacks.
I don’t know if anyone is even reading this but I had to put it out there.

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