As soon as I saw the photo this week, I knew where I’d go… it just took, me awhile to pull myself out of the happy stories I’ve written of late, to address this “squeamish” photo– brought to us this week by Madison Woods. That, and a very busy few days!
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Broken Dreams (99 words)
Jonathan paused, the box heavy in his arms. He glanced around and swallowed hard, tears springing to his eyes again. He’d spent the weekend clearing the small room of anything that would remind her: freshly cleaned blankets and soft onesies; the “perfect lamp,” chosen to send dancing stars across the room at night; the cradle, passed down from her parents. Everything was packed away, the room returned to it’s previous benign status as an office.
They’d gotten so close this time… Three more weeks, he thought. Jonathan took these moments to grieve in private, the fourth and final loss of their dreams.
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