Dear Granny Square,
I don't even know what to write about today.
Today feels like a heavy day.
It is Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday.
It is my very sweet husband Andrew's birthday.
It is the birthday of my dear, dear, friend, Ron Gonzalez, who died in a plane crash.
It is also the anniversary of the day our friends and family surrounded us with love as we buried Jacinta.
I'm glad you all were born, even if we had to say good bye
Not you, Andrew. I'm never saying good bye to you. Don't get any ideas.
It is a good day.
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