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A preacher, a rabbi, and a depressed guy walk into a bar...
I'm here and I'm better.
I told Leslie that she really needed to call off the suicide watch though. Sheeez!
Monday night when I got home there was so much care, and concern flying around my house that I felt like it might start to puddle.
Les was worried. My brother called worried. My parents came over worried. Even RZ was doing everything she could to make me feel better. For some reason when my kid *braved up* and used the term "shit", I couldn't help but laugh. So I probably won't win the "Father of the Year" award. Oh well.
Seriously though, the comments, the emails, the calls, and just the level of care and love (and Nita's white light voodoo stuff) thrown my way over the past couple of days has picked me up, and dusted my ass off. I'm humbled, and glad to know I'm not alone.
Like I promised in the last post, there won't be a pity party. Not my type of thing. But I really do want to say thank you.
Thank you!
2/2/2005 02:50:39 PM
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