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Sitting on the stone bench, through tiny tears, I silently told the stories of my life that my father had missed. My grief had already been forged to my heart and was a part of me.
Christine Schoenwald
Karen Schwartz
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This is heartbreaking. But in some ways also so inspiring.
Children's picture book author, fiction writer, personal essayist, kindness specialist, and lover of chocolate.
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