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996.


996 Days have come and gone since I’ve last held my sweet boy. That many days that I’ve longed for his presence and laughter. I’ve missed his smile and the words he started to say. This Thursday will be 1,000 Days. That I’ve last held my son. How can it be that long? How can it be that far? The only positive about that is it’s 1,000 days closer to seeing him again. My God. Do I miss him. And want him home.  


 
 
 

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