After my friend turned up at my door, ashen faced, shaking, handed me his car keys and said I was driving him and his wife to London. Where at the age of one day his son was preparing for heart surgery.
Eighteen months later, we buried my friend's baby, named after me.
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I have nothing to offer but I appreciate your expression.
Well done.
Very deep and moving.
:-(. Nuff Said!!
terrible and beautiful
Been there, done that.
Almost.
After my friend turned up at my door, ashen faced, shaking, handed me his car keys and said I was driving him and his wife to London.
Where at the age of one day his son was preparing for heart surgery.
Eighteen months later, we buried my friend's baby, named after me.
I still cry.
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