More To The Story

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This old gal…

Was a crybaby…not for the reason you’d think…the I-miss-my-daughters-I-feel-sorry-for-myself tears…those woes have passed…this heartache…this blubbering…is because of…Mufasa…

Celebrated the holiday…at the theater…a giant tub of popcorn…a gallon of pop…a handful of napkins…a box of the Duds…

That first Lion King…thirty years ago cartoon Lion King…a little girl favorite…had Lion King toys…Simba stuffed animal…Lion King birthday party…

Must have seen that movie…a million times…played the soundtrack…a million times…but not once…not until today…has Lion King lover me…thought there might be…

More…to the story…

And that’s…what Mufasa is…more…to the story…and that’s when the tears began to fall…the sniffling emerge…because…more to the story…fills in so…many…holes…

And so it is…in life…there is always…will always be…more…to the story…we just need to take time to acknowledge it…and care enough…to hear it out…
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And that husband of mine…who was dabbing his eyes because they were…uh…tired……agrees…