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I'm trying to find the right words for each of you, but I feel overwhelmed by all your SINCERE love. I felt that every word was written from the heart, with pain, but also with joy.
I admit, I missed the sincerity of those around me, and perhaps that hurt me the most. When a loved one steps aside with a smile on their face in moments when you need to cling to their coat hem.
You filled my eyes with tears: of sadness, and of happiness, and of wonder. An amalgam of emotions. Believe me, I would like to write you more beautiful, more profound, more thankful words, but I am still collecting myself.
However, I want to tell you that I am well physically. The check-up showed everything clear, but in a few months the problems will reappear. (A clarification: nothing is serious anymore, but complications can arise if I'm not careful enough). But I don't want to think that far ahead, just to enjoy the moment.
And now I rejoice that I have met you in spirit, in writing, in prayer. Because, yes, you have been and are this year's gift from Saint Parascheva to me.
May the Saint, and not only, bring joy to you all.
And thank you to Pridvor, which unites hearts, thoughts, pains, and joys... sincere ones.
I embrace you with all my little heart, where you have all made your home!
P.S. Today I am not just glad, but happy!
Alexandrina