Grieving

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Wishing things were different……

Wishing things were different…… As I squeeze my eyes shut tight, wishing, and imagining life is different -it takes me back to a place and time where I can hear those precious little footsteps making their way to my room. I see her, my beautiful girl, standing beside my bed in her flowing white nightgown. The sweet sound of, “Good morning Mommy” rolls right off of her lips. I think to myself what a wonderful, beautiful place to be. Squeezing my...