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I went to bed last night at 8pm. This is very unusual for me, but I think I know why. I was exhausted, emotionally and physically. For months now, I’ve been writing non-stop on here, hoping for change. I woke up at 2:10am this morning, came downstairs, and caught up on some reading. I go to work at 6am, and I knew I wouldn’t be falling back asleep. There was something more to all of this though. My subconscious was well aware of something.
Two years ago, I woke up to the phone ringing. It was 3:30am in the morning. I knew exactly why the phone rang and what it meant. I wasn’t at my house, I was up at my parents house in Pennsylvania. That phone ringing meant only one thing. My mother passed away.
She was on hospice in her home, and my father was taking care of…
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