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May 11, 2015

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To the best of my recollection, the first time I ever knew there was a Cidney orbiting our little world, was from a picture at a wedding in Michigan. Back then our lives were so distanced from Kase that I only caught snippets of where he was going and what he was doing through Honey. She was much better at staying in touch and staying informed on his whereabouts and activities. I remember he was going to Michigan to perform his first wedding, or be in the wedding, (see I wasn’t paying close enough attention to the details), and I generally only kept up with the arrivals and departures — let me know when you leave, let me know that you made it. Somewhere around that time Honey showed me a picture he was in, standing beside one of two twin girls. I remember both of us just kind of looking at one another and saying, “Mmmmmhmmmmm”. Shortly after seeing this picture I started hearing the name “Cidney” a lot more often. I still didn’t stay close to the latest information but the n...

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