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You didn't say how old your child is.....but mine will be 24 in January and every year I would go and sit outside, look into the starry night, say a silent prayer to him, sing happy birthday, and write a poem. Sometimes in the beginning I'd cry for the lost, but as days turned into years, it somehow got better, not forgotten, just better.
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*Those who have suffered understand suffering and therefore extend their hand......Patti Smith*
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