Seder
Last night I fulfilled my obligation to tell my children the story of the exodus.
There was absolutely no joy for me, I was exhuasted, as I’d spent the night prior being terrorized in my dreams. As we sang ancient songs about Jews being enslaved, I held hands with my Auntie, who spent her childhood as a slave in the camps.
I thought about Maddie, a lot, and I wondered if maybe G-d wanted her to experience only joy, so he took her to be with him before she could grow.
I am incredibly melancholy and grateful and inspired, all in one.
Forgive me, because I don’t have much to share with you until I shake this. I hate that nothing will make Mike and Heather okay. I’m not much for prayer, but I’m finding myself whispering their names a lot. To G-d you know, asking him for help.
I took a screenshot of Heather’s twitter page, because every time I look at it my heart skips a beat and I forget to breathe.
Give to the March of Dimes
It won’t make you feel good, but it’ll make you feel a little less awful.

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http://www.theslackdaily.com the slackmistress
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http://formerlyaprildawn.blogspot.com April
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http://icouldcrybutidonthavetime.wordpress.com amyz5
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http://anniegirl1138.wordpress.com annie
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http://www.ciaranblumenfeld.com Ciaran/Momfluentialci
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http://mrspop007.blogspot.com Mrs Pop
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http://www.MarVistaMom.com Sarah Auerswald
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http://hormonecoloreddays.blogspot.com kim/hormone-colored days















