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On September 1, 2014, the rug was pulled out from under my world view.

With fair relief and a nive excitement for the future, I began to build my life again.

I envisioned me, my kids, my husband Paul, all sitting around in a circle telling each

other their opinions and their views.

Things that I had never allowed them to say they could now share.

Things that my dad, the husband of 30 years, had never been able to say that I had shushed

him about.

My oldest who had never believed in my world view, how awesome for him to be able to share

his ideas and values.

He was a pretty cool guy.

I pictured one would say, oh, for me, it's like this and the other would say, oh, but

for me, it's like this.

I was so wrong.

That did not happen.

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