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Where do broken hearts go

30 Mar

I love you, Mom.

Every moment, even the difficult ones, were a blessing for me because they were spent with you.

I mark this day in honor of a woman whose life mattered.

I mark this day in honor of a woman who loved her family beyond what words can express. It was immeasurable.

I mark this day in honor of a woman who is loved beyond her time on this earth.

I mark this day in honor of a woman who was generous, intelligent, compassionate, and downright amazing.

I mark this day in my heart and soul, like a tattoo that can never be removed.

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3 Comments

Posted by on March 30, 2016 in anxiety, cancer, death, loss, love, mom

 

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3 responses to “Where do broken hearts go

  1. joey

    March 30, 2016 at 4:12 pm

    Oh no. I cannot cyberly hug you enough. I’m so sorry.

     
  2. Sue S

    April 4, 2016 at 8:27 am

    I know this pain and my heart breaks for you.

     

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