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Tuesday, December 09, 2014
Building to a crescendo in December
Each morning pierces a remember
The golden child, the laughing face
The quick wit, the stunning grace.
Happy birthday darling girl, wherever you are, whatever you are, whoever you are.
You are cherished and loved and missed so much.
Posted by Wisewebwoman at 10:00 AM
Labels: daughter, estranged child, missing children
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It's like unrequited love, in a way, isn't it? You are still loving her, but ... she can't forgive. Although the love must be there, underneath it all.ReplyDelete
I am posting a link to a song and video about love that lasts long but is unseen, unknown:
It's Joni Mitchell's Two Grey Rooms.
May she find peace, and you acceptance! Hugs, dear friend!ReplyDelete
I love Joni, always have. Thank you for that.
I light candles for her all the time. And for me.
I join Grannymar in wishing her peace and you, acceptance. It would be a mighty struggle to find that acceptance, I imagine.ReplyDelete
I don't know how this came to be, but I can only imagine how painful it must be. I am at odds with one of my sons sometimes, but at least I know where he is and I can talk to him, even if he gets very impatient with me at times. I know I would feel completely bereft if he were just ... missing.ReplyDelete
I hope one day this will resolve itself and she'll come back to you.