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Listening Is Loving

I met a police Lieutenant who became my loving friend He volunteered his help with a serious case of mine It all revolved around trauma in my childhood He understood and validated issues more than anyone He listened to years of information with full attention In fact the first day we met, he spent 8 hours listening to me He helped me pursue justice and wanted closure for me It was the only 2 and a half years, I felt I wasn't alone with this I was heard, accepted, understood and bound by a special bond Sadly he was killed, but the memories of our time together All he gave me in precious hours of empathetic listening and work Could not be traded for anything in this world where I have lived I knew, I owed it to him to move forward and survive His words and care will never leave me, as I will forever hear him Heidi Sands 7/28/22

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