I was seven years old the first time I saw a dead body. My mum’s uncle had died and they were hosting the wake at my Gran’s. It felt like there were over a hundred people. The place stank of cigarettes and stale whiskey. I remember screwing up my nose as I tried to find my way out of the room past a sea of legs. Knobbly knees and tights
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The opening bit was written way before posting, wasnt sure where I was going after that but then the rest came so glad it works
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I truly believe we are because of what we experience
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Kim had a huge effect on my life even if I didn't see it till later. As a parent now my heart breaks even more for what could have been for her
The miscarriage was hellish, but I know how lucky I am to have my gorgeous boy
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