The Hardest Day of My Life

September 21, 2013

It’s been one week since I placed my daughter in the arms of a nurse and watched her leave me forever.

I don’t want to hear about how I’ll have the memory of holding her. I don’t want to hear about how her spirit will stay with me. Or how I’ll see her in the afterlife. Platitudes will not fill my empty arms.

It was time to give her up. I know that. But as soon as Tonya took her away, I wanted her back. I wanted to hold her once more. I wanted to snuggle her for one more night. I want to snuggle her for one more night. I want to hold her once more. I want her back.

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