Birthday

 It's Jenny's birthday. I don't really feel like wishing her a happy birthday on Facebook, I don't begrudge those who do, I just can't do it. Leiney is coming with Jared for dinner. My sister Jane and her husband are bringing dinner. I have been fine all day, until now. I am overwhelmed with emotion. I miss her to my core.

What I can do is thank all of you who have been here with me through this journey of grief. I would not have made it through all this without you all. I am overwhelmed, surprisingly, with sorrow, which is better than the anger I can't shake yet.

Abby got her first response from a school, Hollins, a women's school I know nothing about and which we didn't visit. It is in Virginia. They offered her a chunk of change. Many more responses to come. When I applied to law school, I applied to 11 schools. I was admitted at all 11. It was a blessing. I don't know if that will happen to her, but she is far brighter and a far better student than I ever was, so I wouldn't be surprised. I am so darn proud.

I start at Western Digital in a week, as the senior deputy to the head of Global Employee Affairs.  100 percent remote. They have manufacturing and offices all over the world. It will, after the first year, likely will involve travel to places like Mexico, Japan, India, Malaysia, the Phillipines, Thailand, Taiwan, China, Israel.  etc.The money is insane, the hours will be crazy, but I am ready for a challenge. There are other possibilities wihmth regsrd to work, and there will be more to come.

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