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Bed Rails
Read more: Bed RailsGrief has a way of wrecking everything—including priorities. Apathy sneaks in just behind her. Nothing seems important. How can it be when you are gone? This morning Grandma said, Do I look like I care what the floor looks like? Sweet boy, the floors are not as clean as when you were here. Grandma kept…
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Hunt for the Good
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Read more: Hunt for the GoodSweet boy, we are approaching six weeks since the loss of you. At first I counted time by days and now in weeks. I don’t know why I mark the time from the day you died – only that I do. Just as we tell a baby’s age at first by days, then weeks, then…
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Assured
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Read more: AssuredAssured: something guaranteed, certain, confidently expected. When you were born, sweet boy, we had no idea you would have special needs. I went to the operating room for a repeat cesarean section fully expecting a normal, healthy baby boy. Your cry was weak. The room was silent. Something was not right. No one came to…
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Anointed in Grief
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Read more: Anointed in GriefOne of your favorite people stopped by today, sweet boy. She is one of mine as well. Walking into the house with a smile, determination, and a bag hanging off her shoulder she said, “I have some things. I want to pray over you. Is that ok?” We sat on the couch as she pulled…
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5 Weeks
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Read more: 5 WeeksFive weeks ago today, sweet boy, I left the hospital without you. When Steve and I arrived home Grandma was standing in the kitchen. She saw me slowly walk up the steps hugging your pillow. I didn’t need to say a word. She knew I would never leave you in the hospital alone. Your brothers…
