Letters to my Mama… part 5

“what must it be like to have nothing? not even memories to visit in the night”

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Am I your daughter?

And if she does not remember me, please do not be offended if she does not remember you.

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When it hurts, it hurts

I am hurting. The pain is radiating from my heart and spreading down to the tips of my fingers and toes. It feels as if my hair aches and my finger nails are digging into me. This pain and grief feels familiar, common but also unfamiliar. I have not bathed in grief for a long […]

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