I knew from very early on that my pregnancy was not going to end well. Therefore many of my memories are etched with sadness and pain. These memories include - the day of her diagnosis, her declining health, her stillbirth, leaving the hospital without her, her funeral and living life without her.
These difficult memories are also clothed in love. A love that could not and would not give up despite the prognosis. A love that forever binds a mother to her daughter. A love that endures despite her child's absence.
My memories... both bitter and sweet
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