Just when I think things could be looking up, another tragedy hits.

My half sister's son died today. He was fourteen.

God.

I've only met her a few times in my life and I've only met one of her kids but this shit hits differently when you're a mom. I found out when my dad was crying and my mom was hugging him in the kitchen, and Mom tells me that his grandson passed away. I've only ever seen my dad cry maybe six times in my life, and it just really shook me.

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