Dear Erin,
I breathed you into the world on a cold February morning in
1979. You were the child we planned, your siblings all being happy surprises.
You were an easy, calm, happy spirit from the very beginning. As I sat beside
you, holding your hand as you took your last breaths, I began to breathe with
you much as I did on the morning that you were born. The pain of childbirth was
nothing compared to the soul searing agony I felt as you left us.
Love, Mom
I hope she comes to you in your sleep, she will eventually. Erin ,a very soft sweet soul
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