Dear Bereaved Parent,

Sometimes it feels like we are underwater, moving in slow motion as the world keeps moving at faster and faster speeds.

I remember the feeling of sticking my head above the water and feeling a clear, cool breath. For just a second, hope was rekindled before the next wave hit. 

That momentary hope carried me through until I felt like I was no longer drowning.

With Love,

Mary Anne


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