Tuesday, March 15, 2005
tears
I stood with your mother today. We stood by your grave and we missed you. Although the words would not come, the tears did. I fought them back as I blinked in the bitter cold. I fight them back even as I write this… You are loved, dear child. Your momma misses you. I brought you a flower – a white carnation – to let you know that I miss you too.
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