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Right now, I'm having a hard time putting my feelings into one box in order to label them. That's actually been going on for about.. well.. months now. Angry, distraught, hurt, mad, betrayed, toyed with, played, teased.. I think I could go on for days. 

This little girl has changed my life. This experience has shaken every little ounce of faith I've ever had to the surface and I'm trying to hold on to the piece I have left. Somedays I feel okay, not great but okay. And others, I feel so betrayed, by God. I know, that's not what I'm supposed to say but that's how I feel. We prayed, faster, begged, and pleaded for her. We needed her. And then she was taken. What's worse is that we had to take her. We had to make the decision to let her go. 

 My sister in law worded it perfectly when she said "I imagine it's hard to be happy when so much of your heart is buried in the ground". 

That's how I feel. Like, I only had broken pieces to begin my journey with her and then I buried most of them with her when she died. 
We got the rough draft of her headstone today. As if that's something I wanted to do. With Conor, I wanted it done fast. I wanted it over with. And with her, I feel like once it's done, it's done. She is officially gone.  A name and a date on granite and it's over. That's it. 

That is why I am eternally grateful for these pictures. 



























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  1. Oh Sara and Chris, so sorry, We love you, and we think and pray for you always. It's seems like life is in such a stand still, I hope your world starts turning again for you. And the little ray's of sunshine can peek through your dark clouds until they are gone.

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  2. She is so beautiful and so special, just like you, Sarah. Love you.

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  3. Oh heartbreak! She is just beautiful.

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  4. Sarah, I'm so sorry. These pictures are so beautiful in how they capture... everything. I don't know. They made me cry. I hope and pray that you are able to find comfort.

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