Written by Peggy Green Thee Grief Specialist
August 9 is my first child’s birthday. She would have been 31 years old this year. I took her picture off the top of my desk where it was so carefully placed years ago. The frame is oval with gold and silver trim. As I looked at it, so many memories came flooding in. Her fuzzy blonde hair stood on end and her deep blue eyes stared back at me. I found myself studying her just like when she was a new-born.
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