Sunday, April 15, 2012
Reminders Of Her...
It's that moment when I hear a song we sang together or I see someone on the street whose mannerisms or looks are so much like hers that I gasp, or when Brady does something so phenomenal that I wish she was here to enjoy it, that brings me to tears. With all the hell she put me through, I only think of her in the most loving terms -I miss her. It's never easy losing a child and the emotion hits me when I least expect it...like now.
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