Dear Kim, I have followed your caringbridge/blogs for several years. I truly appreciate your take me as I am attitude as well as your mess with my kid mess with me view of life. I have to admit the last couple of years I haven't read your post but yesterday I felt like I needed to check in on you. Needless to say I was shocked. Karl was an original, each picture of him is a reflection of his love for you and his children and grandchildren. The day Karl died holds a place in my heart. On December 22, 1985 my Dad got in his car to go to work and never came home. I was 20 years old and it seems like yesterday. I can tell you that life does become more bearable. The stories that once moved you to tears now bring smiles and laughter. It is a process that must happen in order to move on. I hate the phrase move on but somehow you relearn how to live (and breathe) without feeling like giving up. Please take care of you and your beautiful children, and know that you are never alone.
Thank you so much Susan. I can't believe the dates were the same, wow. :(Kim
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