The Thunderstorms shared in my furry and anguish that my Son will never know me or Art or Life. Six years ago and the memory of feeling gutted while holding his fully formed, yet large, body in my arms...they wanted me to hold him yet...oh so quickly they took him away.
Now all I have is a cold stone jar and a metal heart, a photo and some fuzzy hand and foot prints.
I tried to forget...to put these feelings away
DOES THAT MAKE ME AN AWFUL PERSON?
Yet I can't. There is a hole in my soul....a void that slowly but eventually sucks the happiness from me. I wonder if it will ever fill in.
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