October 7, 2012
Eleven years ago this afternoon, I last saw my son, Brian. That is, I last saw the Brian who was to die 24 hours later. I am still grieving and I can't stop. Maybe this blog will be my release. I am going to transcribe the diary entries here. Something has to help ease this pain. I can't live with it anymore.
A diary
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2012
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October
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- Secure and Peaceful
- Awareness, Communication, Touch
- Blessings After Three Weeks
- Surfacing
- The Gift of Awareness
- Such a Day
- A Mother's Words
- Friends
- A Mother's Words
- Movement and Bedtime Stories
- Community
- A Mother's Words
- Two Weeks
- A Day Away
- Peaceful
- Coming Up for Air
- Lighter
- Re-Birthing
- Shift Change
- Mom Takes Over
- Hopeful Signs
- Under Water
- Heart Fear
- Self-Portrait in Pencil
- Abstract Self Portait
- Bacterial Pneumonia
- Move to ICU
- Settling In
- Tiger
- The Coma Watch Begins
- 10/8/01
- The last day
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About Me
- Mother/Martha
- Port Orchard, Washington, United States
- I am a mother and grandmother.
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