Walking around, I catch reminders of Sabine and of the past week. They are both painful and happy--memories that are still so bittersweet. A part of me wants to purge everything that reminds me of those awful past few days, and then the other part of me wants to leave things they way they are; a reminder of my last sweet moments with my little girl.
Camp Sabine |
Sabine's downstairs set-up |
girlie blanket that sabine loved |
crumbs |
Camp Sabine #2 - Upstairs bathroom |
Meds |
Sub-Q treatment |
"Tako" -- one of her favorite toys |
Toy
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