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"Years ago, the younger version of me dreamed of a white picket fence kind of life for my children; the kind I never had. Back then, I was in denial about problems in my marriage and couldnt fathom I could ever live without one of my children. But in the years that followed, my husband would leave me for another woman and my oldest, Kate, would die in a car accident. How could I have imagined I would learn to survive and how hard I would fight not grow into a bitter old woman? I would return to my job teaching children with special needs. Helping them would strengthen me. I would learn to cherish the precious memories of my daughter. The younger woman that was me in the photo was unaware that precious memories are really white picket fences; the patterns of love and dreams etched in my heart."

Jody S.
Scottsdale, AZ
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