Morning: A long visit with the CASA kids I advocate for.
Evening: A long dinner with At, Nu, Scout, and Huck.
My heart sore from thinking about Tyre Nichols calling for his mother.
My back sore from shoveling our long driveway free of snow.
It has been a year. Some days it feels like yesterday, some days it feels like a distant dream of love. There have been tears every day...
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With her so close...not knowing.
Right? And to know there is a video of her child trying to "get home" to her. I will not watch, and I hope she never has to as well... the description of it alone is nightmarish.
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