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Monday, May 02, 2011


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This mirrors my feelings. I never thought he'd be found, I don't feel celebratory but I am glad all the same that it finally happened.

Nothing makes it better, erases the loss, makes anything whole that is broken.

I'm deeply sorry for your loss.

Life of a Doctor's Wife

A'Dell is right - you're a hell of a writer. This is beautifully, heart-wrenchingly said.

I'm so sorry for the loss of your friend.

It feels right, somehow, to have someone to blame for the horrors of the past decade. Natural to want to make someone pay, and right that he has at long last. But there's no joy in that redemption now that it's come. No freedom either.

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