We are changing, aging, becoming, and moving steadily toward our individual ends. Memories are made, fade, and disappear. We suffer the history of this family individually, nearly unknowingly. Carrying invisible burdens and understanding, in our own ways, only that they are heavy. I feel different sitting among you this year. It's good to see us laughing together, remembering, fitting another piece of the puzzle into our collective understanding. My anger has cooled. My wounds are what they are, but they're not the whole story. I'm something more. Something has shifted.
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