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three in a row...

Did you miss the Super Blue Blood Moon?  I catch a glimpse of it as I am already in the Kingdom as early as 4:30 this morning.

Gawk!  It was awesome!

My favorite Mama Mia is back!  On a gurney though... but she is perfectly fine.  I was waving at her to get her attention, while the EMTs were busy figuring out how to transfer her in my treatment chair.  I called out her name.  She shaded her eyes with both hands and peered, the Clinic’s well-lit surrounding must have blinded her.  Then she found me... and smiled.  She was mumbling unintelligibly now, I have a feeling she was happy to be back home.

But then she is gone again.

Back in the hospital.

I hated it when I am, again, counting three in a row.  Two passed away from the other side of the Kingdom.

My Mama Mia is strong.  She will back.

My friend talked about “guilt as chitterlings of the emotions” which actually went straight to my already heavy chest.  She was right, it’s like a leftover food in my plate or a food particle stuck in my teeth.

I told you, I am my mother’s runaway bride... Or better yet, an ostrich???

Dang!

I needed to forgive myself.

G.





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