Hey, hey, everyone. Hoping everyone is good. Hoping everyone as well. I want to share something with you.

The last two and a half, three weeks have been hard for me. If anyone knows anything about grief

and bereavement, you know that it has its ebbs and flows. It's up and down. And it feels as if some

days you're good and others you're not. One of the first TikTok videos that I shared went viral.

It was by happenstance.

I was just really in my feelings and needed to purge.

And it surrounded the element of the number 717 and how it is consistently in the orbit of my life.

And so I briefly explain. July 17, 1993, I lost my father.

I was 10 years old.

He was 38.

10 years later, I had my son, my oldest son, Josiah, July 17th, 2003.

And then as things would have it, 17 years later, July 17th, 2003. And then as things would have it, 17 years later, July 17th, 2020, I lost my mom.

717 is also one of those numbers that I can be in my element doing something and I just happen to look at my phone to see what time it is and 717 pops up.

I can be in traffic and look at a license plate and I'll see 717.

There's been so many occurrences why I see numbers that I congruent with 7 and 17.

And what I know in my life is that seven is a representation of completion.

And so I just take it as what it is.

But this past month in July has been incredibly hard, even though last year I was good.

I had intentionally pray, prayed and prayed so that God could really just hold my heart and not allow me to go in the depths of pain of missing to people that were pivotal in my life.

I also shared in a previous episode, episodes, episodes ago that I was also adopted.

My adopted parents are deceased.

My mother died when, my biological mother died when she was 34. And my biological father died in his early 50s. So another thing that always bothers me, etches at my soul as well, is that I didn't see the

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