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Ten long short years

4/1/2014

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Ten years have passed since Hannah died.
One hundred and twenty months.
Five hundred and twenty weeks.
It seems such a little time.
It seems such a long, long time.

And my world is a completely different place,
because she lived,
because she died.

A world of strangers came into my life
 and left.
A world of friends
 disappeared.
The bereaved parents came...
and stayed through thick and thin.

I began to write.
I found new work for my heart and hands.
And long dark night gave way to dawn.

And still the days roll on,
with Hannah in my heart,
without her in my life.
 
One hand full.
The other empty.

Baby girl,
I hold you gently.


photo credit: greenasian via photopin
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tric kearney link
4/1/2014 04:24:58 pm

This was beautiful. I am sorry for your loss. Ten years is a considerable period of time and yet it is no time.
My friend lost her young son to leukemia recently and is determined not to be destroyed by it. She said she has a choice "she can be the mother of a dead child or a mother of a child who died" she is trying hard to be the latter.
Watching her I am filled with pain and admiration. It is as you described in your post about Hannah, a real effort to get you through.
A really lovely post Martine.

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Martine Brennan link
4/7/2014 05:52:02 am

My thoughts are with your friend Tric. It takes an amount of courage to get back up again after our babies die. I am glad that she has the support of friends like you. Mx

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