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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.
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.
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