Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on December 3, 2020 by Jan Wilberg
A few thoughts about seeing and judging and being frozen about what to do.
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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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It is hard to know how she saw herself. I agree with the previous comment about the value of just being with her.
I feel confident that you would be ready now. so good that you were kind to Jane even when others struggled to be in her presence, you honored her as a person.