My daughter, Grace, was not killed by a gun. She died suddenly at age 5 from a virulent … - Ann Hood

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Ann Hood

My daughter, Grace, was not killed by a gun. She died suddenly at age 5 from a virulent form of strep. As I stood stunned in a church at her memorial, one of the hardest things I heard someone say was, 'I'm going to go home and hug my child a little tighter. ' 'Well, good for you,' I thought. 'I'm going to go home and scream. '

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Time passes and I am still not through it. Grief isn't something you get over. You live with it. You go on on with it lodged in you. Sometimes I feel like I have swallowed a pile of stones. Grief makes me heavy. It makes me slow. Even on days when I laugh a lot, or dance, or finish a project, or meet a deadline, or celebrate, or make love, it is there. Lodged deep inside of me.

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I have learned that there is more power in a good strong hug than in a thousand meaningful words.

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love is reliable. infatuation is temporary.

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Grief doesn't have a plot. It isn't smooth. There is no beginning and middle and end.

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I was a daughterless mother. I had nowhere to put the things a mother places on her daughter. The nail polish I used to paint our toenails hardened. Our favorite videos gathered dust. Her small apron was in a box in the attic. Her shoes - the sparkly ones, the leopard rain boots, the ballet slippers - stood in a corner.

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