A month and a day. First you count the hours. Then the realization that its a day. Each milestone with a flurry of messages. Shared moments from 800 miles away. With the ones who share the pain. Each day is not better but its less worse. But then a month and a day. And it feels like day one.

For me it was an emotional journey that was not always published, but treasured all the same. Writing has helped me iron out some lingering wrinkles. Cheers to 31 days! Its been a slice! Asymp; 3 Comments. 8220;I wanted the snow to melt and for Spring to come. So I wrote a poem to express my feelings.

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The Life of a 5th Grader. I seen not just one, not just two, but three softball friends today. Which are Megan and Allison. It made me want to cry,yes I said cry. I miss my softball friends. I just really,really miss softball . I would pretty much do anything to be in softball. I mean our season is almost over but I still will always miss it. I really, really, really miss softball.