As I approach today, my Shane, enters my mind as every day. My stepsister has losed her son and all of the emotions of his death keeps mine fresh in my mind. The question of hope no longer enters my mind as it once did. Now I learn to live with just the memory of him. Every little thing that reminds me of the life we once had. The small scent that flys across the room. A Beautiful Butterfly that huffers me. The feeling he is close only to look an he is not there. I know we who have lost a child has to grasp on to everything that reminds us of them.
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