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Feeling the Love

It could have been a really bad day.  I could have stayed at home and moped. I could have done nothing but cry.  I could have been miserable. 

Instead, I was inspired by Roger's amazing blog posts (Part 1 and Part 2).  I have some wonderful colleagues at work who treated me to lunch and distracting conversation (Breaking Bad and the Walking Dead, anyone?).  I was touched by the multiple messages I received via phone, text, and facebook post.  My heart was warmed every time I saw a butterfly posted in Charlotte's honor as someone's profile picture.  

To top it off, we came together with friends and neighbors to release a bunch of purple balloons. This has become our annual tradition on this day and I think it is a good thing.  I know. It might not be the most environmentally friendly thing to do.  However, I'm a rabid recycler and a Tree Hugger in all kinds of other ways. It balances out in the end.  

In short, I felt loved and supported.  I love knowing that people remember and honor our daughter with such spirit.  I love knowing that her legacy lives on in the good work that we do.  

This day wasn't easy but it was a lot easier than it could have been.  Thank you. 

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