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It's been seven months. I have to remind myself to breathe. It's the space between the breath, where time stops and everything is still. You can actually feel the blood pulsating through your veins as your body wakes with silent tremors from the cascading tears silently flowing from your eyes. Seven months. How does my heart still beat after holding my breath for so many months. Surely, if they took a picture of my heart they would find a million pieces of brokeness. That's all I have left. It's hard to breathe. I have changed. Im not the same person I was seven months ago. The gale wind that blew my sails has died along with you my son. I am here. But I am not.

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I am a Mom of a of a forever 29 year old Angel boy, who got his wings on November 25th 2013. I created A Season Of Darkness as a therapy tool for myself while giving voice to others who are not able to articulate the pain in their hearts.....

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