It’s really something, how a death in my family creates a perspective that prioritizes what’s truly important in life and what’s just bogus noise filling the human need for a troublesome innate void of self-engineered stupid fairytale problems.

Murdering mutt. Infidelithy of an unworthy woman. Betrayal from a man not a man. MHRAC inaction. Destitute. Hypokalemia. Losing only a job. Father lacking accountability. Mother lacking compassion. Collusion of blame. All nothing. They are problems of no substance.

You’re missed, Clare. You not in my arms, that’s real. You set the path. Moving forward.