I've lived two separate lives on this day... Driving home from taking Layla to school a tidal wave of emotion flooded me and writing is a way I know how to release it. Christina: Scene One. I guess to make this accurate, the first incarnation, I should be called Chrissy. If you had loved me…
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She was so much more than I’ve allowed myself to remember. Death is a great mystery – the ultimate hurt or the most welcome redemption. Hers fragmented my heart, the wound obliterating it from merely broken to irreplaceably shattered; for ten years now, the hurt left in the wake of her final days formed the…
Her Heart on the Outside 