tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12843084.post-63321484435197355962007-10-01T07:14:00.000-04:002007-10-01T10:42:29.243-04:00

Almost two and half years after watching my baby girl die, there are still days where it feels like I am holding a broken dream in my hand. Days where the floodgates of sorrow that my daughter isn’t with me burn and smoulder under a fire of anguished sadness.Sometimes the touch of grief is so unimaginably intense that it consumes me. I feel a damp heaviness simmering in the pit of stomach until

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