I'm the Oldest, Go Ask Beverly
Being the oldest of 7 would have been just a tad easier had I not been the stepchild of a tough PK. But I learned a lot. I couldn't make the flight to his funeral because I didn't want those 6 bothers and sisters or the town I grew up in to see the cripple, the Beverly I am today. I can usually deal with it when I'm alone. People exhaust me, yet I get sad and lonely. Not me anymore. One hour at a time, Lord.
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