When I came home after Peppa was cremated, I was devastated. The grief was so heavy that my legs gave out and I collapsed to the floor. My son tried to catch me but I went down too fast. Once I hit the floor, he came over to check on me and said, I know you are hurting pops, but if it is any consolation, your back looked pretty jacked and phenomenal when you just fainted. We both laughed, and then I went back to crying. If that is not support, I do not know what is.
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