I’ve Been Counting My Years Until I Hit 45.

My family history seemed far away until now.

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I don’t know how many times I’ve done my math in my head. What year in school was I? How old was she? What year would it be when I was that old?

That year is right now.

You would think that this year would stick out my mind. It never has. Maybe because I wasn’t…