A Mother’s Double Loss
Sitting on the wet ground while leaning on the fence, a chill runs through me as I ponder over the past two decades of grief…not just any grief, but the deepest kind.…mother’s grief! My little girl, Jaynie, was full of…
Sitting on the wet ground while leaning on the fence, a chill runs through me as I ponder over the past two decades of grief…not just any grief, but the deepest kind.…mother’s grief! My little girl, Jaynie, was full of…
