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It's getting to the point where I don't want to look at my eamils anymore. Especially when I see one from my mom. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom! I just hate the reasons under which she emails me. All through the period of time that my dad was dying last year, it was through emails that she would update those who did not live locally on his prognosis. Sometimes even two or three times a day. Today I got an email describing my brother's latest shenanigans. He was in some serious trouble over the weekend. I am heart sick and soul weary from these types of events in my family. God, please! Carry me for I cannot walk anymore!