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Penny Antonelli

Kimberly thank you for being able to put into words what I could not. I remember catching my reflection in a window and being shocked to see how "normal" I looked even though I felt like I would shatter into a thousand pieces. I look forward to reading your book.

Darlene Horn Allen

I cannot stop grieving over the death of my 28 year old son, by suicide. Every day (for 3 years) when I wake, I wish I'd died in my sleep. I haven't been to counseling. . . I think I DON'T want to stop grieving for LYNDON. It's all so very horrible.

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