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ometimes holding her seems like it was just a dream…sometimes a bad dream; most of the time a bittersweet dream that I know someday I will wake-up from for a happy, never-ending good-bye. 
Today marks Angela’s 17th birthday. Jessica reminded me today that Melody and her would have both been 16 at the same time for just over a month together. This when I get the lump in my throat. I wonder what it would have been like with the three girls so close in age. But it’s ok. They have eternity for that.
A few weeks ago I read this blog post: We Lost a Child, and Gained Something Greater. So this year, this is a short remembrance. It’s worth stopping reading here and reading that article.
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