I awoke one morning before dawn. Death and trauma weighed heavily on a heart that had been broken even as I was born in the Fall of 1942. Conceived and born in Love, this made no sense.
Monday, December 27, 2010
On The Third Day of Christmas
I gave my Love a gift of private communion using a Google Doc. He will need help opening IT, IF HE CHOOSES TO RECEIVE IT. In the days that followed, I gave him many other things, including the rings that my husband, mom (an independent woman) and the children had given me (when they ran away from this place as instructed by social services years ago).
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