Today marks three years since the tornado began its sweep through our emotions and the painful process of Mom's leaving us began. I didn't know then what message was being given to me when that little tree snapped like it did, but now I do: "Something's coming."

NP: silent house, but for the dribble of water in the aquarium behind me

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