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I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.

There was a fear under all of it.

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The morning of the triplets’ graduation, I sat in my truck in the parking lot for a full 20 minutes before I could make myself get out.

I was 49. My beard had gone gray in patches. My knee hurt from a fall off a ladder two summers earlier and had never quite healed.

I’d brought continue reading …