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October 9, 2007

I am deeply loved.

My brothers.  My sisters.  My dear sweet mother.  Had I not known it before -- I did know it before, but if I hadn't -- they proved it, in the biggest ways possible, when I died.  They showed up.  They kept showing up.

They keep showing up.

Kelly.  Her love is sure, there's no doubt -- this woman loves me.  No matter the foolishnesses I bring.  She shows up.

I am loved in my world.  People important to me know my love.  I know theirs.  They show up.

I show up for them, best I can.

I am lucky.