03/14/2026
Grief has become an old, crotchety friend at this point. But Abby’s birthday still packs a punch.
I close my eyes, and I’m transported to that night. It plummets me to places I don’t want to go and to memories I don’t want to relive.
I don’t know where I fit anymore. I’m a Girl/ Boy Mom without my girl. I lost her. I couldn’t protect her and I couldn’t trade places.
The sound of her voice has grown faint. I can’t feel the weight of her in my arms anymore.
If I could just hold her hand again. If only we had stayed home that night.
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