My love for you, Tikva, is unconditional. Since before you were born, I had to love you unconditionally. Because I always knew the possibility that you might not live for very long. Because I might have had only the present moment to love you. In the hospital, all I saw was you, pure you. When I held you, your hand reached into my shirt and touched my heart. When it was your time, I loved you so much that I had to let you go. In your life, you knew only love. Unconditionally, I continue to love you, Tikva. Always.

--from
Growing Inside
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