12

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  1. You’re doing beautifully. Truly. I remember bracing for the waves of grief I knew to expect on each of Sman’s birthdays. I was prepared to always experience his birthdays that way, but sometime … and I’m not fully sure when, but after 18 … maybe 20 … the grief subdued. His birthdays have become the kind of birthdays mine are: a day to mark my new age and celebrate however I want – no looking back, only forward to what I hope to experience in a new year.

    Stomp! What a wonderful way to celebrate! Happy 12, Grace!

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