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Mom, I miss you I miss our mornings in the gardens with coffee I miss your laugher I miss our relaxing afternoons strolling through the...

“Grief is like an ocean, it comes in waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelimng. All we can...

What if today The golden sun darken The shimmering blue sky turned grey The vividly red cardinal stopped its song Familiar sounds of...

“The truth is that it hurts because it’s real. It hurts because it mattered. And that’s an important thing to acknowledge to yourself.”...