June. I used to love June. It signifies the end of work/school. It's the start of summer. It's not too hot, not too cold. Our boat goes in the water. I get to sleep in. All things I used to love. But for now on, June will always be the month I lost my children. The month that began so happy, but ended in such heartbreak. I like to read back on my blog posts, and I wrote this post on June 2, 2012. It's amazing how much can change so fast. I was so happy, so optimistic that things would be fine. Yet, only 1 short week later and it was all over. I failed at the most important job I ever had: to protect my babies.
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