An incredibly beautiful and moving piece that speaks for itself.
When I’m Gone
Yes, the picture says it all.
Not eloquent but lovely in their own right. I just want to sit here and go hmmmmmmmmmm….
I’m such a blabber mouth with no filter talking about everything — so hard to imagine what it would be like to NOT have spoken with a child about everything as they were growing up. This pushed me to really strange places….
It had a similar affect on me, too.
Shit, I’m all soaked in tears here now..
It hit me the same way!
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