A Year of Firsts

I’ve started to write this and stopped…and started again and stopped…oh, let’s just say more times than I want to admit. I knew the first year would be challenging, but I had nothing to compare it to and, if I’m being honest, didn’t really know how to ask someone else about it. You know, how do ask someone, “tell me how you dealt with that first year after one of your parents died?”

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