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15.

I wanted to avoid talking about this. Sometimes I word it like that because that is the honest truth. I wanted to not have to talk about this passage of yours. But you were wife and mother and those praises go so unsung. I do all I can to even write the introductory lines on some days when I don’t have it in me to finish the rest. These womens’ rites were always secret. We are always in silence about these milestones. We are too quiet about the things we’ve endured. We blame ourselves when we try to protect our menfolk. “I was too jealous,” you said about your first husband. Bless you for not wanting to blame the man, but we do this too often.

We review names in an easy way now. Sometimes we don’t even remind you of yours, but it’s important to us that you remember the names of people around you. Maybe it’s our ego. Maybe we want to be recognized til the end. Why is it important anyway? Maybe I would rather be in a fog when I go. Of course this makes me think of that, too. Of course it does.