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I'm glad May 18 has passed. It was just a day after all. All day I felt like talking about it and at the same time not talking about it. I felt like calling my mom but I knew I would cry. I knew I would cry if I let myself drift off, instead I sort of floated between a sort of peace and tension. The rhythms of our lives are remembered in our bodies, muscle memory, moved by the moon. We are cyclical beings. I got home fully ready to stretch and dance and smudge and meditate. The reality was though I just wanted to be very quiet and curl up on the sofa with the cats so I did. Its done now. No dreams last night. I'm very glad those 24 hours have left for another year.

I watched this, this morning and I feel lively again. Good morning! Do not smile while watching!

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I'm sure that is true. In a sense I don't want to lose the power of that day, but this week was trying for me. It just drained me, but not in a bad way. It's so personal.

Is that date the day James was attacked by the dog? So scary too.

And yes, we definitely gain strength from those unimaginable situations.

Yes, 10/6/96 is the day of the pit bull attack, but it was Jeffrey. I relive that day in my mind from time to time, certainly on the anniversary, but as years pass I feel less angst. We never forget these events but can learn to make peace with them.

Yeah, when it's one of your children, I imagine it can be worse. Sorry for the mix-up of the boys. Life is definitely a mixed bag.