I was 3+ when we returned from living in Japan. My dad was fighting in the Korean War, and we were living in a second story apartment above the little store and deli across the street from my uncle’s furniture store. Around Easter I contracted pneumonia and was hospitalized. Memories of the oxygen tent, being scared and alone still linger, but my most powerful memory is of the love I felt from my immediate & extended family. Love is a life-giving energy that heals and at 3+ I learned an important lesson I haven’t forgot. Love starts with loving oneself. Give yourself a kiss today and heal.
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