If you ever wonder if I think of you, the answer is every second. Your essence is intertwined with my every thought, your heartbeat lives on within mine, your love gives me one more breath.
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It’s hard to say how you got here. You’re not even quite sure how your life unraveled at the seams and you found yourself sitting in a pile of tissues and…
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“This will be the hard part.” The words were spoken with a hush, gently and quietly as the dim lights softly flickered in a darkened hospital room as I held my…
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What do I say to you? How many words can I write? I’ve heard that a person needs to tell a story a few times to be healed. I’ll never finish…
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Take a deep breath with me, sweet friend. I need you to hear this.
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The one who sat next to me the first night, as my newborn was whisked away and a medical team swarmed like honeybees around him. The one who passed tissues, held…
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Hi, friend. I’m sorry I haven’t been myself. I’m sorry I sometimes fall off the grid. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. And I do miss you. To My Friend: On a…
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With a silent nod, a single tear streaming down her face, it was over. She lifted her stethoscope, and it was done. There was no more heartbeat. The lifeless form I…
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When I breathe in, I can still smell the betadine that cleansed his skin for sterile procedures. That’s the smell of the hospital to me. I hear the constant pump alarms,…
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This is part two of my series of letters to the Grieving Mom. Read part one here. To the one whose arms are aching, Sweet friend. I have to tell you.…