October 13, 2013, was the rainiest day I can remember in San Antonio, and it was a terrible day for my daughter and our whole family.
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No heartbeat.
But you were small and hard to find:
You might have been playing hide and seek.
We hung every hope on the passage of thirty-three hours,
Though you were long gone, long gone,
Long gone to your brother above the clouds.
All that was left for those of us who’d hoped and prayed
As we’d never prayed before,
Was acceptance,
Raw and reluctant.
Goodbye, little soul.
Our dreams were washed away with the rain.
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No heartbeat.
But you were small and hard to find:
You might have been playing hide and seek.
We hung every hope on the passage of thirty-three hours,
Though you were long gone, long gone,
Long gone to your brother above the clouds.
All that was left for those of us who’d hoped and prayed
As we’d never prayed before,
Was acceptance,
Raw and reluctant.
Goodbye, little soul.
Our dreams were washed away with the rain.