Years. 15 years tomorrow since Alexander passed through my arms. The pain ~ the comfortable ache ~ is still here inside my heart to remind me of that day.
The day that I delivered Alexander into this world and held him in my arms. The day I didn't hear him cry. The day his heart beat for five minutes while the priest read his last rites. The day God took him home.
That day will always be that day...
The day that I delivered Alexander into this world and held him in my arms. The day I didn't hear him cry. The day his heart beat for five minutes while the priest read his last rites. The day God took him home.
That day will always be that day...
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