Everyone has two memories. The one you can tell and the one that is stuck to the underside of that, the dark, tarry smear of what happened.
-- from Amy Bloom, "Away"
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In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night . . . Antoine De Saint-Exupéry
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To Dear Sarah,
I came here from Glow in the woods :)I am so sorry that you do not have your Sweet Oliver in your arms right now.
I have just read your blog and it is beautiful. It has a real sense of peace about it.
I just wanted to let you know how wonderful you are to donate your milk to all those precious little babies. I just want to thank you for doing that. You are amazing. I couldn't imagine do that.
I remember the silence when I gave birth to my son. Although there was a lot of screaming on my behalf just before hand. It was probably the quietest moment of my life.
The story of the woman asking your husband if he had lost a son just broke my heart. I am so sorry.
Your little oliver was so gorgeous, I want to thank you for sharing your story.
I hope that you and your husbands hearts are healing. Many wishes for the three of you.
May Oliver and Christian meet up in the stars of laughter :)
Love Carly x
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