"I am not my wound, or my defense of my wound. I am my journey."- James Hollis
I was taken by surprise by the depth of my grief on my elder daughter's birthday yesterday. It is impossible to celebrate one child without the other children also welling up in the heart: every mother knows this.
I did not mention it until she did, then we briefly noted that this, too, has brought what we call a Corey moment.
it was so important that our beloved family friend Heather had made the drive up from another city.
Driving home after the homemade meal and cake and presents for Julia, and of course Corey remembrances, right in front of me in the sky a yellow falling star arcing slowly, earthward.
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