It has been 5 years since I have held Kyla and she is already a fuzzy memory. I want to hold her again, but I will settle for being able to say her name as often as I can. I want to watch her play with the other kids but instead I find myself mentioning her in conversation because I want her to be remembered. She is another one of my kids.
This year we purchased 5 yellow roses in memory of Kyla. The nurses dressed her in the hospital for me in a tiny pink dress and she was returned with a yellow rose. I have always linked Kyla with yellow since then.
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