Seven years ago today we witnessed the birth of our only granddaughter. Her death had occurred a day or two earlier. The heartache came in waves, each building one upon another. It crashed upon us and threatened to sweep us away.
We've just returned (at almost 11 PM)from a trip to Macon where we spent some time trying to help my father in law cope with the loss of his wife of 62 years - Bunny's Mom, Dot. While we were there we visited Ana's little grave and placed some flowers and butterflies there. She'd have liked them.
We'd rather have been holding our seven year old's hand and pointing out the real thing. Seeing her discover the world would have been our greatest joy.
It still hurts.
This link is to last year's post, which was a compilation of previous posts.
It still hurts.
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