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Monday, October 17, 2011

The Only Time


The only time he ever came to visit me.  I might be 9 years old.  He stayed for maybe an hour.  And I was so happy to see him, too.

4 comments:

Terry @ Breathing Grace said...

Saying prayers for you Sarah...

Sarah R said...

Thank you, Terry. I swing wildly between being angry that we didn't fix things in time, to being relieved that I don't have to donate my marrow now, to sobbing. Not only that, but Mr. R has been gone the entire time. I seriously need my husband's strong arms wrapped around me for a good long cry.

mozgirl1 said...

Sending love your way ...

Laura

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