Old grief
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I'm nine years and five months away from the last time I held her. Away from the last time I kissed her. Years away from all the firsts without her. Years from the moment the feel of her tiny body in my arms subsided.
Read MoreGetting through holidays: a kitchen table post
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This week’s post is a Glow In The Woods kitchen table. Today, we’re sitting together to talk about holidays, how they feel, how we survive them, what we want others to know about them. Pull up a chair. We’ll pour you something to warm your insides and welcome you into the huddle, where all your thoughts - the good, the bad and the ugly - are welcome.
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