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It Goes On
Read more: It Goes OnWhen I was a child, my father had a darkroom in our basement. If I close my eyes, I can still smell the bitter chemicals and see the reddish light barely illuminating the room. I did not know exactly what he was doing in there, taking paper from one chemical into another and then hanging…
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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…
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Hugs
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Read more: HugsI picked up Nathan by myself yesterday. It was the first time I have since you left. Every day around ten a.m. you would start signing “Pick up baby” and you would get so mad when I told you it would be several hours more. Finally, at 2:50 pm Monday through Friday you would squeal…
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And There She Is
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Read more: And There She IsOne month ago today, sweet boy, we took you to the Emergency Department. They thought you were stable. They thought you would go to a general medicine floor. But that was when the first domino was only teetering and had not yet fallen. For the last month I have cried out to God day and…
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Yet to Be
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Read more: Yet to BeWaiting for the corner just a glimpse so I can see where I might turn. Where the tears will slow and my heart will beat without the pain of breakage. Unaccustomed to this stasis the corner seems but a dream So I lean I lean into the grief I lean away I sway in the…
