A year ago my daughter was born, lived for 10 days in the hospital, and died. I've mourned, been fine, continued living my life, and mourned again. This month has been hard, on both of us, but I knew it would be. So many times I've found myself crying at a momentary thought. Anniversaries tend to creep up on you like that, I think
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