Dear Avie,

I’ve now grown accustomed to the bad things always trailing right behind the good.

Waiting for its opportunity to present itself

The good times we had were going so good.

You were happy and healthy and ever so sweet.

That was when the bad came in, sweeping you up and away from me.

Away you are now forever from my arms reach.

Xoxo- Mommy

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