Sometimes it is so hard for me so see the good in certain people. It is better for me not to mention names on this post but they just so happen to be reading this post they will realize it is them. Five miles is the distance from my oldest child's house to her father. 5 miles, and he has not attempted to communicate with her in almost 6 years. Before that it was 10 years. They did come to together during Jeannette's battle with breast cancer. It was in short spurts that he interacted with her and almost always in a negative manner. His own flesh and blood. Jeannette always saw the good in people and maybe that is why she reached out to him before she died.
Missing my Nettle Poodle.
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