One year has passed since an angel drove out of our lives on her way to her destiny. Last year this time I admit to being a mess, today I am stronger. That does not mean that the heartbreak is any less intense, it simply means that we ( and I believe I speak for anyone who went there with me) have come from disbelief to acceptance via crying episodes aided by love and now healing. For months my eldest would break into tears at the sight of a burial ground but now she asks, "Is she there Mummy" to which I answer "No Honey, She is with God."
Rest In Peace: Tatiana Renee McIntosh - Gone but never forgotten.
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