I struggled to read/listen to I Loved My LIfe. 
 Struggled. Who wants to read about the suicide of special mother, wife and even daughter? I don't. I didn't. I still don't. I repeatedly did not want to continue. Yet, I was compelled to finish, to find out why this woman would kill herself. 
 I am ever so thankful that I pushed forward to the end. Thank you Abigail Fabiaschi. You have enhanced my life.