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The Split
Read more: The SplitThis day will take more strength than I thought, sweet boy. I pray it doesn’t take more than I have. Today is Mother’s Day and you aren’t here. Thankfully, your brothers and Grandma are, so we will celebrate. There is now a split in my Mother’s Day. I will celebrate with two children while grieving…
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The Pile
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Read more: The PileRight now, at this moment in my life, sweet boy, daring to hope in this despair is the bravest thing I can do.
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The Wall
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Read more: The WallI have heard grief described as waves in the ocean, elevators, rubberband balls, and roller coasters. It is all those things at once. Grief isn’t just an analogy. It is raw. It is ruthless. It is reckless. It is my temporary reality. Grief is crying seeing the walls where you made them dirty. I can…
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Books
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Read more: BooksGrandma has been cleaning out my closet to make space for your things, sweet boy. I can’t bring myself to let anything of yours go other than your bed. I will sort through your toys and clothes once I am stronger. She found books in a dusty box. Titles like, “Even This”, “Just Enough Light…
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In the Land
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Read more: In the LandIn the land of tomorrows I cannot find you there Until my last one when we will finally hug once again. In the land of today my being cries out as I seek a glimpse in the elusive breeze, desperate to feel perhaps you are still somehow here. Finding only space and tears I seek…
