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I have such negativity in my soul, such as endless black hole that each good thought, each stroke of white light has to be repeated and multiplied a thousand fold. Otherwise, it is like disappearing ink. I must be vigilant offering God a place in my life, actively acknowledging gratitude for the seemingly smallest things, such as a puppy’s wet nose or I will swirl into my endless pit of darkness. I want the world to be a better place for my having been here, then I’ll be successful. This is my life’s work.

I take Pamela’s hand down from over her eyes. I touch Pamela’s face once more, so we can both face toward the sun and revel in its warmth.
And just breathe.
And just breathe . . .
And just breathe . . .
And just breathe . . .