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My baby.
I don't know what's worse sometimes; remembering so clearly that she truly was taken from us on Rose Day, or having her birthday come around not so much longer later. It's as if after that dinner with Greg, the world stops for a while. Years of this...
It's so quiet, now. All of their bedrooms are empty, this house has never been cleaner, and the weather is wretchedly cold again. It was always worth it when I could watch them all go out and play in the snow, no matter how much I scolded for forgetting scarves and mittens. Getting water and snow tracked all over the floor ...
Now the yard is empty, no snow forts or snowmen or anything of the sort. I almost feel as if I should head out and put one up myself. Robin would be proud, wouldn't he? At least then the yard wouldn't look so dreadfully empty.
Although I'm sure then Greg would worry, and I'm worrying him enough as it is when I ... I could sit and cry all night, and all he'd really be able to do would be to sit there with me and let me do it, or talk about various memories, when they're all we have with us.
And even then, it's hardly enough, is it...
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[For the first few moments there are just pentaps.]
I know it's been a long time for some of you, so I understand if this request may seem a little odd - perhaps, even, too late ... and of course, you don't have to answer if you don't want to.
My daughter, Corrina, would have a birthday today, and I was just wondering ... if anyone had any particular memories, or little moments with her, that they could share. When these books were erased, so many of the things she had told me were lost, and ...
Well, I just - I do think she ... I just ... need to know how you remember her. Please.