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       Learning how to love. It seems simple, it’s something that most people grow up doing naturally. Having that unconditional love towards those whom take care/watch over them. Now how about when it comes to expressing that love? That doesn’t come easily to some people, especially me. I come from a family where we love each other, a lot, we make sure that we express it in our actions and we are always there for one another. But, none of us are good at saying it. Or should I say weren’t… recent events in my family have caused us all to reevaluate how much we express love and affection for one another. This story is all about that journey that my family took and led us to where we are now. Much of the story takes place in a nursing home… which, when you think about it is a place where half of the residents there don’t see the light of day, if they have dementia they don’t remember who their family is, and they don’t know who loves them. It’s a sad story, but a happy story, it will show you what families are supposed to do in times of tragedy and immense stress. Let us go, not very back to September 2012.