Fly away, little wing
I saw my mom on July 22nd
I wrote the following through sobs and tears on July 23rd.
My mom flew away on July 27th
Amy, my daughter dreamed of a teeny tiny bird in her hands on July 31st, the day of her funeral. The teeny bird flew all around us as we sat in a circle. Then it landed in her hands. She tried to hold onto it. It flapped its tiny wings and flew away. It was fre…
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