Ziva
Surviving that day
In the distance was a fireman in full gear making his way to our small play area.
He knelt down next to me and said "I'm sorry".
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An opinion blog from a single mom and survivor of suicide. My twins were 14 months old when my husband committed suicide, 3 years following the death of our daughter. This is a celebration of survival along with a unique perspective on how to get there!
Welcome to The Bluebird Con
Where surviving is a cause for celebration!
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