A dozen-ish years ago one of my sons started hanging out with a boy, and they became fast friends. Over time I got to know the parents and became friends with the father. At one point I learned that he was on his second marriage. His first marriage ended contentiously, and since the divorce he hadn’t seen his children from that relationship in quite a long time. It hurt him deeply – I could see the pain on his face when he spoke of the situation – but at the same time he had chosen to move on with his life, periodically reaching out (to no avail) but refusing to let the emotions cripple him to the point of nothingness. I marveled over what had transpired in his life, wondering how things could get so bad and how he made it through the years without his loved ones.
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Madison Elizabeth Baylis 