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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 623979" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>When I believed I was losing difficult child daughter, it was not her death I was afraid of. That seemed unavoidable, seemed a thing already accomplished. It was just a question of when. What I regretted, what I felt most horrified with myself about, is that I had not laughed clearly with her, had not listened to her voice for itself ~ for the wonder of hearing my child's living voice without judging, without hidden anger and resentment, without wondering what it was going to cost this time or whether she was lying to me.</p><p></p><p>That is what I was so sorry about.</p><p></p><p>And I was the one whose emotions those all were.</p><p></p><p>I was so happy, once I thought it was over, just to have known her.</p><p></p><p>She is remarkable. </p><p></p><p>I almost missed that.</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p><p></p><p>I have gallery today. Write more later. This is an extraordinary thread, Child.</p><p></p><p>Bluebell? Welcome.</p><p></p><p>:O)</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 623979, member: 17461"] When I believed I was losing difficult child daughter, it was not her death I was afraid of. That seemed unavoidable, seemed a thing already accomplished. It was just a question of when. What I regretted, what I felt most horrified with myself about, is that I had not laughed clearly with her, had not listened to her voice for itself ~ for the wonder of hearing my child's living voice without judging, without hidden anger and resentment, without wondering what it was going to cost this time or whether she was lying to me. That is what I was so sorry about. And I was the one whose emotions those all were. I was so happy, once I thought it was over, just to have known her. She is remarkable. I almost missed that. Cedar I have gallery today. Write more later. This is an extraordinary thread, Child. Bluebell? Welcome. :O) [/QUOTE]
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