I haven't wanted to talk about this, as it is the pinnacle of painful memories.
When my days would be bad, I would remember how you looked when both Lucy and Chelsea were born and they put them in your arms. Your mother captured the moments perfectly: you looked down on them with such love. Lucy's photo in particular is most expressive, because we had talked at length about her coming, our wanting to meet her,see what she would be like.
Why am I the only one of us who sees this and misses us?
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