Last week, I was with my high school friends on St. Simons Island, Georgia. My friend Shannon, her mother had passed away. Shannon’s mom was young, in her 70s. As my parents are leaning in to their early 80s, young is becoming relative. Her mom Sandy was a very alive creature, she was a teacher at our high school, and just bubbly. The type that wen…
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