I Remember
She was real. I know she was.
I remember brushing her long brown wavy hair. She could never sit still for long. I had to be quick and the bows never stayed in. She was
She was real. I know she was.
I remember brushing her long brown wavy hair. She could never sit still for long. I had to be quick and the bows never stayed in. She was
This showed up on Cede’s page tonight for some reason. I haven’t read it since I wrote this terrible update three years ago. I was right…we have missed her every minute of every day since then and that will never stop. Tonight I reread every comment and I am…
Found some pictures and a video I hadn’t seen since the day I took them…our last beach trip with Mercede before she was diagnosed…just three weeks before our lives changed forever. Miss you, baby girl…
Tonight we drove down the road a mile, maybe, to watch the sunset and take a walk on the beach. This particular place has a path over the dunes that leads to the ocean. There were several deer in the tall grasses watching us as we followed the path winding around the dunes. If you stand at the tallest point on this path, you can see the ocean and the sound. The sunset tonight was…
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