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There was a time when I found sleep to be the best escape from everything that hurt me. It really helped when the mind needed rest from the painful realities of life. However, I find that this notion has changed because time does heal all wounds.
Even the things that used to cause a terrible ache in my heart have now become dull over the years and become something I hardly think about because I've gotten so used to it. This isn't really a bad thing because it is a better option.
For too many years, I used to dread today but, of late, I've come to treasure it. I no longer use it as a time to feel sad and instead I take it as a checkpoint for how far I've come since then.
Only good memories remain and much of the sadness has been replaced by happiness when I think of where he is now.
A mother's thoughts are always about their children, whether living or dead. And they are always good ones.
The older boy just turned 28 and the younger is forever 2; in my head and heart.