Day 8: A day you were most satisfied with your life

A little more than two months after Kenny died, we spent a week in our favorite shore town. I rented a bungalow right on the beach. Frankly, I wasn’t sure it was the right call, at first. This town was our town, our favorite place, and I was still feeling raw; but it was my birthday week, and if I couldn’t be in my own bed, I wanted to wake up on my first birthday without him somewhere that reminded me of him.

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Day 6: 30 interesting facts about myself

1). I love music. Bruce Springsteen is my all time love! When I was little, I would dance around my living room to “Born in the USA” like a maniac. Last year, I figured out that he was playing at the Meadowlands the day I was born (in a hospital just a few miles away). I like to joke that I could hear him from my bassinet, that’s why I love him. I found a poster of a ticket stub from that day; it’s framed in my office.

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Day 4: My views on religion

My faith in a higher power has nothing to do with a building, or with a figurehead, or with the idea that Jesus was the son of God (or a prophet). I find God, now, in the act of living. It was in the first screams of my babies, it’s when I watch them sleep every night, it’s when I hold them, laugh with them, and marvel at who they are. It’s in the leaps I take, not knowing what will happen, if things will pan out.

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30 day writing challenge, Day 1: The single life

I will always, always be sad Kenny died. While I live my life, and live it well and happily to the best of my ability, there will never be a day that I will think, “well, gee, his death is really okay.” Be reasonable, ya’ll. If your parent/brother/sister/best friend died, how would you feel if the world told you that you couldn’t be sad about it, and live your life in forward motion? It’s bullshit, right?? Same here, ya’ll, same here.

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