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My dearest Maggie
It was around this time in 2005 that I was so desperate to have a child that we went to UCONN, ran a battery of tests, and stepped into the world of fertility treatments. Then, by some miracle, before even taking the first treatment, we found out you were already growing inside me…
Twenty eight weeks later, your tiny wings carrying you into the arms of Our Heavenly Father.
I think of you often, wonder when I will fly with you, and wish I could have kissed you one more time before you left.
We miss you!
Time does not heal all wounds. It simply gets us closer to grace.