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March 16, 2009


This is a part of the job that we never get used to. I think yours a sign of good mental health and a normal reaction. I know we joke about terrible things as a way of dealing with it, but there's a time and place.

My thoughts are with you, Raindog *hug*

I wish there was something I could say to help, but I can't even begin to imagine what you go through some days.

Hang in there. The world is a better place for having you.

My ears are always open for you and I have broad, waterproof shoulders.

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