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Valentine's Day Crib Death
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Valentine's Day Crib Death |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia 
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This is for my nephew, who lost his three month old son last year, on Valentine's Day. Stephen, little Zach lives on. The pounding inside my head Is an echo of all the dead screams I hear in the night, unfulfilled dreams and a life snatched from his bed before he could even swing on the playground or teeter-totter or fail an algebra test, even if he did his best. Somedays, life really sucks. Yesterday was one of those days, one year ago Valentine's Day. It was one of those days, and the pounding inside my head persists, because you are dead. Yet perhaps your memory remains inside to remind me I should not dread the heartaches, and the pounding in inside my head. For in my heart and mind you give love, and will always live. |
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EagleOne Member Elite
since 2000-03-07
Posts 2829Between a laugh and a tear... |
What can one say? My thoughts are with you, take care! We are all just prisoners here of our own device ~ Hotel California, The Eagles |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Eagle one, thank you. This was a painful but healing write, fand I thank you for taking time to read it. Indeed, there isn't much anyone can say to take away the pain. Time somehow helps soften the edges of the wounds. |
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