I tossed and turned last night with fitful sleep.  Nightmares made me squirm and nearly cry out for the first half of the night.  Nightmare, actually.  One dream that dragged on and on and seemed never to tire of itself. I was in a hospital waiting for surgery for my son, Jack.  He hasn’t had an open heart surgery in years now, but somehow I was back in that place again.  In my dream, I walked the past the long…

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