Don't take this the wrong way. But sometimes it is good to know someone in a far more devastating place than yourself. My friend's father died and she called me crying. When Renata died, or had her accident, I called her crying. Now I can escape into her tragedy and be the one to comfort. I am acheiving this by baking her shortbread with cardomom (that I ground myself) and rice krispie treats. I am putting them in a nice tin with a nice little bow and a nice little card. 2008 was an energy-drain and I can't wait to fill my life up with replendence and calm.
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