LIFE LESSONS

Mom, It’s Me

Writing Helps Me Process Grief

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I think about you all the time. Any time something really great happens, I want to tell you. I want to pick up the phone and know that you’ll be on the other end. I want to remember what your food tastes like. I want to know how your day was. I want you to feel good and not hurt. I don’t want you to hurt. Please, don’t hurt.

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I love to rhyme, often sensually. I have to write, otherwise insanity. I leave my heart on paper. Feel free to feel my feels. I comment lovingly and completely.

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Anthony O'Dugan

Anthony O'Dugan

I love to rhyme, often sensually. I have to write, otherwise insanity. I leave my heart on paper. Feel free to feel my feels. I comment lovingly and completely.

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