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Dec 2023
we lost you
and part of me still doesn’t know that
but when I cried
speaking to him about how nothing will be the same and you’ll never get to hold little laughter and wipe little tears away
clinging to birthdays and little voices
he told me
that my hands
are extensions of you
so you will hold it all
the packages, the smiles, the screams, and the giggles.

and it made me smile—

thinking of the day you get to hold my Theo, with me.
often we forget about all the ways we impact the lives of others. Know that you are loved, appreciated, and cherished far more than you -and those close- will ever realize.

You are loved. If you need help, don’t stop reaching out your hand.
caity
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   guy scutellaro
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