"And the seasons they go round and round and the painted ponies go up and down. We're captives on a carousel of time. We can't return, we can only look behind from where we came and go round and round and round on the circle game."
Life works in funny ways. Why does it always seem that while you are preparing to welcome a new life into your heart, one then leaves. Up until last week M was one of the few people I know, of our age, that still had all of her grandparents. Then recently M lost her paternal grandmother. She was 93 and lost a quick battle with cancer. Then her maternal grandfather was just recently put into hospice for cancer as well.
It's not fair- with all of these pregnancy hormones raging through her body - she is certainly having a rough time with it all.
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