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A day is more than a passage of time -- it is a passage of life.
Before you were formed in the womb your days were crafted, numbered and set in place. They are chapters of the lessons you came here to learn, facets of the wisdom this world imparts, gateways to the treasures that belong to this lifetime alone.
Each day enters, opens its doors, tells its story, and then returns above, never to visit again. Never -- for no two days in the history of the cosmos will ever be the same.

In the sense that the two most significant days of my life were on different days and seasons, the statement is correct. The emotions, however, were the same ... a vast sense of emptiness and pain that knew no comfort.
As I approach the 8th yahrzeit of my second daughters death, I start feeling it all over again. (I went through the 14th yahrzeit for my first daughter's death in January.)
Thanks for permitting me release a little more pain.
Oklahom City, OK/USA
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