I never imagined that we would have to bury a child before the age of 30. I would have never imagined that we could be strong enough to make it through something like the loss of a child. Yet somehow we have. Hour by hour, day by day, we are making it. The days have now turned into weeks, as time cruelly goes on, as if nothing happened.
I know these blog posts are hard to read--they're hard to write too.
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