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Painful day. I hate the 9th November. Always will.
Your dad and I got away to a hotel for a few days with the girls over the 9th,to spend some time being positive, and remembering you. It was just what we needed, and we felt you there, as we talked about you, smiled and remembered you. Had a cry too, needed that. It helps me feel connected to you.
Your baby sister, Kaya, is asking loads of questions about you. She's desperate to play in the park with you and Jesus. I look forward to the day when we will all play together one day.
I made you a scrapbook page.
I love you. I miss you. Forever your mum
xxx
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