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I recently ran the gauntlet of three family anniversaries that fall within three weeks of each other: my father’s death, my marriage to LeAnn, and the death of my first wife Debra. The first was fresh — just one year. The others were more distant: 12 and 15 years, respectively. All have weight and meaning, especially now as I experience them through the prism of my own illness.
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I didn’t want to call 9-1-1 on the girls, but that’s the way it went down. And sometimes you just need to start the process to get to the heart of the matter and maybe get someone or something back on track.
It started on Saturday while we were at a funeral and we noticed afterward our Ring doorbell had captured three quick videos of two women on our front porch. We watched and listened as they seemed to be alerting us about something “not moving” in our side yard near the vacant house next door. When we got home, I walked around the yard expecting to find an injured dog or cat and found nothing.
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In the infusion clinic where I go every week for chemotherapy treatments, the IV pumps sound three notes when they need attention. And thankfully, those three notes have conjured not just one but two stories in my mind.
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