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      <title>Seasonal Depression 2023 Edition</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;If you didn&amp;rsquo;t know, my dad &lt;a href=&#34;https://www.legacy.com/us/obituaries/name/james-wilson-obituary?id=48924720&#34;&gt;passed away&lt;/a&gt; earlier this year.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;My dad and I didn&amp;rsquo;t have much of a relationship after I turned 18. There was a lot involved with that. I&amp;rsquo;m sure that there were things that I did that gave him more gray hair, and I like to think that he&amp;rsquo;d be proud of where I&amp;rsquo;m at today. Sometime after 2001, my dad stopped talking to me completely. It took me a few months to realize that he had basically cut me out of his life: he didn&amp;rsquo;t bother telling me that my Grandma Wilson had passed until a week after the funeral, and he did it by email.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Looking for the past</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I spent a little bit of time tonight looking for one of my lost friends &amp;ndash; only to discover that she passed away last year, ended up in a pauper&amp;rsquo;s grave, and her mom is still posting &amp;ldquo;where Is my daughter&amp;rdquo; posts on Facebook.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;She wasn&amp;rsquo;t the type of person who would constantly text me, but, every few weeks, she&amp;rsquo;d ask how I was, and we&amp;rsquo;d spend an hour or so talking: mainly because we always wanted to catch up. I changed my long-term number in the winter of 2020 to my new number, and she probably didn&amp;rsquo;t see my text in the litany of spam texts that she normally had on her phone.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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