For Doris

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Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, 
love leaves a memory no one can steal.  

From a headstone in Ireland




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  1. Woman in a Window9:39 pm, April 04, 2009

    Love and loss. Well put. I hope Doris is ok.

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  2. A Woman Of No Importance10:50 pm, April 04, 2009

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  3. Leslie:1:06 am, April 05, 2009

    So sweet of you to post this for Doris. I cannot imagine the pain she is suffering over the loss of her daughter. No words could ever fill the emptiness she must feel right now. Prayers are being said for her.

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  4. Reasons11:00 am, April 05, 2009

    I read your last couple of posts. Understand the previous one re appreciating small but important things.

    I don't know the story of Doris, but it is obviously a sad one. I'm sorry for her loss.

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  5. A Woman Of No Importance11:56 am, April 05, 2009

    Bless you for this Saz, I have left my respects chez Doris - No-one should have to say goodbye to their child. How tragic. My love to you, treasure x

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  6. Daryl12:34 pm, April 05, 2009

    This is such a lovely thing to do ... I hope in some way it brings Doris comfort

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  7. Anonymous12:59 pm, April 05, 2009

    Beautiful sentiments, Sazzie. I can only imagine the pain Doris is feeling. My heart has a cold stone in it.

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  8. ADDY2:52 pm, April 05, 2009

    So true. You never completely lose someone when you have memories.

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  9. Indrani4:37 pm, April 05, 2009

    Sad really. Too young for such a tragic end.
    My prayers!

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  10. Anonymous1:14 pm, April 06, 2009

    Indeed. God Bless.

    CJ xx

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  11. Midlife, menopause, mistakes and random stuff...10:33 pm, April 07, 2009

    That says it all doesn't it Saz?
    Simply stated.....deeply felt...

    Steady On
    Reggie Girl

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  12. Margo1:24 am, April 08, 2009

    I don't know Doris's full story, but thank you for sharing. I'm so sorry :(

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  13. Anonymous10:23 am, April 08, 2009

    I'll be thinking of Doris too,

    GG

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  14. Suldog4:08 pm, April 08, 2009

    God bless you both. I'll say a prayer for Doris, and I hope it helps the healing.

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  15. Cath6:17 pm, April 11, 2009

    Beautiful. What a friend you are to Doris. Thank you for posting this. I don't get around blogs as often now and if you had not posted this and been on the Sunday Roast, I don't know when I might have found out. So thank you.

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  16. RiverPoet1:03 am, April 13, 2009

    Thank you, Saz. Thanks all of you.

    My heart gets rebroken each time I open my eyes. When I'm asleep I can pretend none of this happened. When I wake up it all starts all over again.

    It's like being in the eighth level or hell or something. There really is no way to describe the emptiness.

    Thank you for your prayers.

    D

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