How many times did I lift my chin against the wind, believing you’d come home to me?
How many times did I push aside the doubt and fear to believe we’d have our new beginning?
How many times did I hold our children in my mind’s eyes – loving them, and laughing happily at how they were so much like you?
How many times did I come through against all odds – long after the darkness consumed you?
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