Saturday, May 4, 2013

Missing

I am missing you Saersha and I wish you were here. You would be 18 months old today.
I still wince when I see girly things, the knife twisting.
I wish I could see you again, or even feel like it is possible. I wish I could know you.
Your brother is not you and you can't be replaced.
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4 comments:

  1. VeronicaMay 4, 2013 at 3:41 PM

    I am right there with you, missing my first born.
    I wish I could know him. It hurst so bad to know one, and not the other.

    How? How did this happen?

    I send my love, with my aching heart, I send my love.

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  2. SuzanneMay 4, 2013 at 5:52 PM

    Oh, mama. I know. Isn't it amazing that after all of this time, it's still so painful?! I keep thinking, surely, surely, the pain has got to ease up. It feels like such a long time to live with the constant pain and heartbreak.

    I'm sorry Saersha is not here, helping you with her brother. Life would be so different if they had lived. <3

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  3. AnonymousMay 4, 2013 at 6:41 PM

    They are replaceable. The time we had isn't enough.

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  4. March is for daffodilsMay 7, 2013 at 9:21 PM

    Oh, Florine. 18 months. Remembering Saersha, your sweet girl, with you.

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