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Out with it all. | A Sucker for Gerbera's
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A Sucker for Gerbera's. Some words →. December 14, 2009 · 12:12 pm. Out with it all. I came across the phrase ’emotionally tired’ recently and that’s. Perfectly. If you’ve had a late night you can have a coffee, a nap – you know you’ll get it back together. If your emotions have had a battering well then you are strung out indefinitely and there’s no quick fix. Plus there’s the empathy thing. Do you get this? Of course before Kajsa I felt for people in difficult situations but now I. Some words →. Yes &#...
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Wall Of Angels: WEEK 10 - WITH WALK DETAILS
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OUR LOVE EXISTS THROUGH SPACE AND TIME. Welcome to the Wall Of Angels. This location is a site where all our lost children are remembered and loved. I am a writer. I am currently writing about loss, grief, and hope. Every morning I look up at the black and white portrait of my Emma Grace, and take strenth, knowing her sprirt is always with me. Our babies were here, regardless of when they flew. They are our children and they deserve to be remembered. Thank you for your bravery. Thursday, May 7, 2009.
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Wall Of Angels: October 2009
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OUR LOVE EXISTS THROUGH SPACE AND TIME. Welcome to the Wall Of Angels. This location is a site where all our lost children are remembered and loved. I am a writer. I am currently writing about loss, grief, and hope. Every morning I look up at the black and white portrait of my Emma Grace, and take strenth, knowing her sprirt is always with me. Our babies were here, regardless of when they flew. They are our children and they deserve to be remembered. Thank you for your bravery. Friday, October 2, 2009.
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Wall Of Angels: March 2009
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OUR LOVE EXISTS THROUGH SPACE AND TIME. Welcome to the Wall Of Angels. This location is a site where all our lost children are remembered and loved. I am a writer. I am currently writing about loss, grief, and hope. Every morning I look up at the black and white portrait of my Emma Grace, and take strenth, knowing her sprirt is always with me. Our babies were here, regardless of when they flew. They are our children and they deserve to be remembered. Thank you for your bravery. Friday, March 20, 2009.
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Wall Of Angels: December 2008
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OUR LOVE EXISTS THROUGH SPACE AND TIME. Welcome to the Wall Of Angels. This location is a site where all our lost children are remembered and loved. I am a writer. I am currently writing about loss, grief, and hope. Every morning I look up at the black and white portrait of my Emma Grace, and take strenth, knowing her sprirt is always with me. Our babies were here, regardless of when they flew. They are our children and they deserve to be remembered. Thank you for your bravery. Monday, December 1, 2008.
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Wall Of Angels: January 2009
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OUR LOVE EXISTS THROUGH SPACE AND TIME. Welcome to the Wall Of Angels. This location is a site where all our lost children are remembered and loved. I am a writer. I am currently writing about loss, grief, and hope. Every morning I look up at the black and white portrait of my Emma Grace, and take strenth, knowing her sprirt is always with me. Our babies were here, regardless of when they flew. They are our children and they deserve to be remembered. Thank you for your bravery. Monday, January 12, 2009.
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Wall Of Angels: November 2008
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OUR LOVE EXISTS THROUGH SPACE AND TIME. Welcome to the Wall Of Angels. This location is a site where all our lost children are remembered and loved. I am a writer. I am currently writing about loss, grief, and hope. Every morning I look up at the black and white portrait of my Emma Grace, and take strenth, knowing her sprirt is always with me. Our babies were here, regardless of when they flew. They are our children and they deserve to be remembered. Thank you for your bravery. Friday, November 14, 2008.
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Wall Of Angels: January 2010
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OUR LOVE EXISTS THROUGH SPACE AND TIME. Welcome to the Wall Of Angels. This location is a site where all our lost children are remembered and loved. I am a writer. I am currently writing about loss, grief, and hope. Every morning I look up at the black and white portrait of my Emma Grace, and take strenth, knowing her sprirt is always with me. Our babies were here, regardless of when they flew. They are our children and they deserve to be remembered. Thank you for your bravery. Monday, January 25, 2010.
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Wall Of Angels: May 2009
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OUR LOVE EXISTS THROUGH SPACE AND TIME. Welcome to the Wall Of Angels. This location is a site where all our lost children are remembered and loved. I am a writer. I am currently writing about loss, grief, and hope. Every morning I look up at the black and white portrait of my Emma Grace, and take strenth, knowing her sprirt is always with me. Our babies were here, regardless of when they flew. They are our children and they deserve to be remembered. Thank you for your bravery. Thursday, May 7, 2009.
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loving, living and loss: December 2008
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Loving, living and loss. Picking up the pieces after life is shattered. Loving again after life was lost. It can be found.with time. a piece at a time. Tuesday, December 16, 2008. So why does it seem to feel worse today than Sunday? Why is it that I seem to feel more ache, more burnout, and more empty two days after Andrew's birth/death day than on the actual day? How is it that life, the present version that is, seems to consistently impact honoring my past? Don't get me wrong, I love my living children...
