13 May, 2007
how hard it must be...
... to have to tell your mother, on Mother's Day, that her eldest child, your older brother, is dying. I'm still not sure how my father was able to do it.
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"From far, from eve and morning and yon twelve-winded sky, the stuff of life to knit me blew hither: here am I. ...Now -- for a breath I tarry nor yet disperse apart -- take my hand quick and tell me, what have you in your heart."
4 comments:
Gasp.
I am so very sorry, honey.
Oh my gosh.
I am so sorry, A.
Our thoughts are with you love..
I don't know what to say, dear except that you and your family are in my thoughts.
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