Everyday is a struggle, Esme's life and death are with us daily. However, there is something about this particular week that makes the struggle a little more difficult. We can remember where we were, what we were doing, what we wanted to do and what we were helpless to do. For myself, I know I am always trying to remember all the little details, her hands, her feet, her hair... all of her. I just know I miss her and I know the world is missing out because she is not here. Happy Birthday Esme... we miss you.
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Look up to the sky for comfort. She will always be there.
I love you all,
Aunt Sandy
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