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  • Writer's pictureVicki FitzGerald

Diary Entry #1

Life is so simple when you’re young—then you grow up!

I used to play beachball with Gramps on the beach during the British summers. He was my mentor, the guardian of my values, my emotional rock. He loved me without reservation, which always made me feel like Queen for a Day. I was his little angel and thought I would be forever. I was confident nothing terrible could ever happen to me. But Gramps died suddenly, just months after my beautiful daughter was born, and my world came crumbling down. I was emotionally lost, became depressed, fell down a slippery slope, and made one stupid decision after another.

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