“….so then we’ll have money, and Aunt Tracy can come here.” You know, like – we could send her money to travel here. 
There are some moments when I regret with every fiber of my me-ness, moving out here. There are some moments when I just ask myself, “what in the hell were you thinking?!” And I physically ache to go home.
My brother and his wife, Tracy – were so involved in these kids’ lives. They were so much a part of their existence.
Am I nothing but pure evil to take them away – to separate them?
Oh gawd, I gotta think about something else – this hurts too much.
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