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Loss- An Offering From Our Community

Isn’t it funny how you can miss something you never even had?

You never met your granddaughter. You didn’t have a chance to. I would not have let you.

How odd to know that you now exist only in memories. Such a big life now condensed. Captured in faded and bent photographs, just as damaged as you were.

They say she acts just like me, the way I did at her age. They fill in the gaps for me. My childhood lost to time.

And so I rely on stories. Tales I’ll never tell her. Until one day she asks me - mama, where is your mother?

And then I’ll have to choose, what do I tell this sweet child? The truth, all pockmarked and raw? A gentler version that leaves some doors closed? Or maybe something in between.

I’m not sure what I’ll say, except - perhaps it’s better this way.


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