I’m really consumed in grief more than usual tonight. For those that subscribe to my blog and are getting all these posts, I apologize, but I’m in agony.
The pic below is the parent and child necklace shaped as a heart that she gave me after the first one she gave me got stolen during a break in. She gave me the first one years ago. I wore it all the time. It was me and her, shaped in a heart forever. My heart is broken.
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It’s a beautiful necklace. And I remember you said she sent you another one after the break in, right?
I’m pretty sad tonight too. I sent you a private Facebook message about a previous post.
I wish you peace tomorrow. But I know it will be difficult. I love Kaitlyn so much.
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They say time is the all-cure for all aches…. I say such pain never goes away, just takes alternate shapes and forms. You write this blog exactly for times like this – as an outlet. So let it out, no need for apologies.
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Thank you. I do tend to let it all out. I’m just driven by a huge desire and need to do it.
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Yes Neal, that’s the second one she bought me because the first one was stolen. I didn’t know she was getting another one for me until it came in the mail. Just another incredibly sweet thing she did. I cherish it and was devastated when the first one got stolen. This one means just as much to me as well.
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I agree: no need to apologize. Please keep sharing. I will continue to offer support as best I can.
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Thank you Topaz.
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