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Thanks Raven. You make me feel better. Some days I just ignore it and then other days it just blows up in my face and hangs around for days and days.
I was with my sister last weekend, I drove her by the house I grew up in, my elementary school, our church. Then I started talking about a cat we had when I was around 5 or 6. She had kittens, I am guessing about 5 or six kittens. We were only able to find homes for two of the kittens. One day we woke up and could not find the other kittens, only the ones with homes to go to were there with our mama cat. We looked and looked, everywhere, my siblings and I could not find them. Our parents told us they must have ran away. Years later I asked my brother what he thought happend to the kittens. He told me he is pretty sure our adad killed them. For some reason when I saw the house we grew up in I just thought about our cat and then the kittens.
Price, thanks, I never thought of this as a recovery but you are right there. This is a long road.
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