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October 15, 2013
Still working out my grief. I had a working vision to draw in art therapy. A self portrait of me with a bouquet of flowers, except most have dropped to the ground. So it looks and felt bereft as I drew it. Family: gone. I reflected to therapist...if I had to catch someone up to date on my life...it would seem that I must be a monster. No husbands, no son to speak of, no sister, no nieces. Where and why and how did it come to be? The question that hits me is...it must be me.