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I write about Alex often on here. His loss has undoubtedly changed me forever. It changed how I see the[…]

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This post confronts the complex emotions of grief and loss experienced in 2025—the year that changed everything and marked the[…]

Jeremy just happened to be in the area on Christmas Eve. He reached out to see if he could stop[…]