Hannah

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Hannah is never far from my thoughts at Xmas. 
She is in my heart and in the empty space at my table. 
She has a tiny stocking on my Xmas tree. 
Loving her and living without her took me on a journey From out of the darkness. 
Every Xmas I have a day where I spend some time alone. 
I mourn her absence. 
I celebrate the gift she is to me. 
And I remember... 
I remember every precious moment of her short life. 
I remember all the pain after she was gone.
I marvel that I wrote a  Happiness Book after she died. 
I see how far that I have come,
and I think about what being Hannah's Mom means to me.