When I was 27 I lost my mother by suicide. Single, living alone with my pooch, my friends became my family, my rock, my shoulder. They were the source of comfort, the source of under-standing.
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When I was 27 I lost my mother by suicide. Single, living alone with my pooch, my friends became my family, my rock, my shoulder. They were the source of comfort, the source of under-standing.
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