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After hearing Michelle Obama describe the man she loves, I found myself thinking about my own. This is a reflection on marriage, grief, faith, racism, resilience, and the kind of man who keeps showing up when life gives him every reason not to.
I'm 44 years old and both of my parents are dead. Nobody handed me a manual for that. So I wrote the list I wish someone had given me. If you're an adult orphan, this one's for you.
After several anxiety spirals, forty-five open mental tabs, and one existential crisis courtesy of the algorithm, I finally wrote my first blog post. It isn't perfect, but it's honest.
