there is no new ground to till,
there are no new seeds to plant,
there will be no sweet harvest,
there are no new seeds to plant,
there will be no sweet harvest,
it's all been said and felt before,
I will ache until my dying breath,
goodnight my peanut,
goodnight my child,
rest among the Angels where you belong.
goodnight my child,
rest among the Angels where you belong.
This will be my last entry in this Blog. It's helped me cope, it's helped me survive, it's helped me live again. I don't think I will ever heal more than I have these past four years. Thank you for all your support and understanding while I have cried, rambled, cursed, and vented. Hopefully this blog has also helped others affected by child-loss and grief. May time salve your wounds to the point where you can once again breathe and dare I say laugh.
Peace be with you!
Ben
This will be my last entry in this Blog. It's helped me cope, it's helped me survive, it's helped me live again. I don't think I will ever heal more than I have these past four years. Thank you for all your support and understanding while I have cried, rambled, cursed, and vented. Hopefully this blog has also helped others affected by child-loss and grief. May time salve your wounds to the point where you can once again breathe and dare I say laugh.
Peace be with you!Ben
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