Posted on May 12, 2016 by Anna
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So it will be a private moment, again, when we take our second daughter to her resting place. It was Fall last time, with leaves beginning to shiver from the cold. Now it is spring and the world is in bloom. Anticipation makes me feel heavy.
Category: Reflections and MemoriesTags: coulee, Writing Grief
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