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The last picture taken of my son.
I don't know if anyone will find what I am sharing here to be helpful, but I am compelled to share my heart and be completely open. Perhaps it will help me in the healing process and maybe it will even help someone else. This journey will only be complete when I hold Josh in my arms once again.
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The last picture taken of my son.
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1 comment:
I mostly know that grief is stingingly painful, sharp and disruptive. While depression is like walking around frozen in soft darkness, unable to breathe.
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