Receiving a birthday card from your grandmother and recently deceased grandfather carries a lot of mixed emotions.
It's a moment like this when you really want a hug from someone you love, not just any friend or family member but someone to whom you're really close but the closest person is an 8-hour and appx. $1000 plane ride away.
But you just pick up and keep moving because that's what you have to do.
I'm not sure if you could call this part of life "being an adult" because it also feels something like, "denial" and "repression."
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