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A Letter to my Babies

I am so sorry that you are no longer with me in physical existence.

Three of you there and I could not negotiate the life of even one from Mother Nature? I am so sorry. I do not even know when you left me. Why did you not give me a sign? Any sign?

I do not know how many random moments I have talked to empty spaces, patted on an empty vase. Why did I not know? I think I will cry...I already have....but I am trying to hold back...

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  1. Barbara4 December 2008 at 22:51

    Don't hold back. Don't!

    Cry your tears dry if you can. Scream from the roof tops if you must. If I've learned one thing on this journey into grief it's not to keep it in.

    *HUGS*

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  2. Elana4 December 2008 at 23:17

    I am SOOOOO sorry this cycle didn't work out for you. *BIG HUGS*

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  3. L4 December 2008 at 23:42

    This is heartbreaking. I'm so sorry that your cycle was unsuccessful. You are in my daily prayers.

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  4. Dora5 December 2008 at 01:18

    Oh, sweetie! I'm so sorry. I think I'm right behind you tomorrow.

    I totally agree with Barbara. Let it out. It may not make you feel better, but holding it in will make you feel worse.

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  5. mylifechronicles5 December 2008 at 10:39

    (((HUGS)))
    That is all I can say right now. I don't have words to console you right now. Cry it out. Don't keep it in you. Life is unfair!!

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