Eight Months

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Today it is eight months since she was born.  Since I held her for a few hours before giving her away forever.

I didn't think today would be hard.  I think I expected to be getting used to the accumulation of time between her brief appearance on earth and my present life.  But I'm not used to it, not even a little.

I feel heavy.

Waking up to further tragedy didn't help.  

I am missing you, baby girl who barely was.  There are no words.

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