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I don’t mention our first born son, Jimmy, very often, yet I should. Especially today, September 16th, as he would have been 36 years old. Hard to believe that one isn’t it? Jimmy was born mentally retarded, a genetic disposition I wouldn’t find out until years later that was on my side of the family. [...]

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Monday started out like this…..woke up to my 8:26am alarm, which I set so I could say goodbye to my sweet hubby before he headed off to work. I end up staying in bed until he comes and kisses me goodbye and I fall back asleep, too tired to even think about getting up. Wake [...]

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