Grief

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 I've experience grief in some form my entire life. Lose of pets, friends and family, but nobody really wants to talk about the grief of losing a child, unborn or not. Four years ago. That's all I can think about today.

But this grief.... this grief I'll never be able to overcome.

Four years ago this month of February my entire world changed.

We said goodbye before we ever said hello.

Baby Gray 2021 👼

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