I don't have Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. What a silly thing to have at this point in my life.
I have Traumatic Stress Syndrome because we can't seem to get to the "Post" part.
Jaxon, a lovely little child, died today. No one was surprised, no one is shocked. We are just sad. He was sick for a very long time and nothing worked. Some kids have that problem. He will be remembered for his smile.
Twenty Years, Two Hundred and Forty Months, Seven Thousand Days, and Three Hundred Days. Since we started chasing Leukemia.
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- She is an Inspiration.
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1 comment:
I hate it. Hate it, hate it, hate it! Praying for peace for Jaxon's parents.
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