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the sad truth

November 11, 2013

“are you sad?” asked my forgetful but intuitive bumbling advisee as he bashed his way through the door.  “you look sad,” he continued.  i smiled and chirped something about today’s morning report and having a good monday.  but what i really wanted to tell him is that my heart is dark and hurting, and mascara was cascading down my cheeks no more than an hour ago, and that i am sad because grandma is dying.

forget the morning reports and the chirping something happy.  forget putting on clothes or mascara or a fake smile.  this.  hurts.  and i want to tell everyone but no one because the loss is mine and everyone’s.  she is a fantastic lady who deserves every tear and mascara flood.  and she deserves the truth: i am sad.

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