... this year has been like the smell and/or eating of a heap of road kill topped with hog diarrhea for the survivors of the YSC.
The suffering continues for many of our girls ... regardless of staging. The many unexpected deaths of our dear girls this past year has taken us ALL off guard. The shock is off the charts. Seems like this year has us all on a fast running train and, randomly, one of our dear girls gets yanked off.
It's surreal.
One minute you're chatting with someone. The next, they are gone.
We are like a beautiful song in some ways. So, so well written and strong. But, there is always the chorus that pulls at your heart strings and is what TRULY makes you question yourself and the "song" itself ... whether you understand it or not.
Debra Czawursky is our newest angel: our latest choir director, if you will.
Sleep well tonight, Sweet Deb.
Godspeed.
xoxo
Anna
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