Uncertainty
That’s been the name of my game lately, it seems. My sister’s ordeal has been its own beast, and one that has not yet been fully tamed. She’s coping. I’m coping. We’re all coping. We are mining hope like it’s our job and so far it has either actually helped or made it seem that way. But there is other uncertainty around. It swirls up from the bottom like creamer in my coffee, making things…
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