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Putting flowers.

Putting flowers.
on graves is like putting
A plaster. On an artery that.
has already bled out
Feels like A. Fucking insult.
to the flowers on,
Really Bad Days.

M ~

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Shirley Harrison

I don't think a mother can ever find anything but anger and anxiety and a prison knowing that nothing on earth can change this, nothing on earth is fare and nothing on earth will take this great pain and grief and all the while knowing that these flowers are the only way to connect to the loss. Kudos my dear Marion. 🌹 Your courage is remarkable πŸ’™

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Payam

Hope you get passed through those days as fast as possible... to a place of hope and laughter πŸ™πŸ»πŸŒžπŸŒΉ

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Marion

Thankyou Payam...appreciated x

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Payam

You're welcome πŸ™πŸŒΉπŸ»

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sparrowsong

Hello Marion...

A Bouquet of your favorite being handed to you to keep...

You can feel your Son's Love...

​​​​​​Wait for the Bell to Ding...

Don't Ding the Bell...

Wait...

You have more healing to do...

You can see him again...

Do you really believe he's in Hell?

He's in Light...

Feel his love again where you just did and eventually you'll feel him all around...

sparrowsong

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Marion

Bless you love, thankyou...X

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