I finally wrote the article for the kids' old school. And I cried the entire time I was typing.
Then I had to go through all of our pictures to find something to accompany the story. And that made me bawl.
And then I got a flurry of e-mails and Facebook messages from my old Shreveport friends. And that's got me sobbing.
I'm so homesick. For a place I never wanted to call home.
I have to go pick up my daughter and take her to lunch. I need to get it together first. Or people will be asking me, "Who died?"
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