Of my flesh they were not born but to my soul they have been knit born and nursed of another womb, another breast they were not welcomed, they were not wanted, they were not loved cast aside like debris, “she clutters my life…” kept as a means for release, “he reminds me of him…” again [...]

I think about you all the time and about the men and women you’ve become I think about the things I tried to teach you and remember all the lessons you taught me I think about the adventures we had and remember all the times of laughter I think about the grief we shared and [...]