When I started this book. No. When I started this journey, as a mother, a single one, teen mom, and miscarriage mom I promised myself to be as real as possible with everyone I come in contact with. This includes you people. Whom I am so thankful for. That is why I regret to inform you this book will be on hold until further notice. Yet another guardian angel has been placed in the sky to watch over my family. My uncle, David (Day Day) was one of the silliest men I knew. I loved his stories, especially about his school years. This man's highest level of education was 6th grade, yes 6th. He could hardly read but that did not stop him from living his life as best as he could. He will always be remembered and never forgotten. Uncle David, just like Damian, loved children. He always bugged my cousin about when she was going to have him a grandchild and now he will not be here to see this day. I loved him so much and he was so strong all of his life. Now I know he will always be sleeping peacefully, along with El and Damian, his father, my grandpa, and many many others who were gone too soon.
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Missing Your Miscarriage
Non-FictionTW: This is the story of how I am coping with the loss of my beautiful Ellington Rae. I am sharing my story to spread awareness that this could happen to anyone, anywhere. I hope you take the time to read this and I hope I can help you find some pea...
