I flew across the world to be with my granddaughter and my daughter while her second baby girl, who was born at 28 weeks, fought for her life for two days. I’m not ready yet to share details about her death, she had gone to heaven two hours prior to my arrival at the hospital. They brought her to me and I was able to hold her in my arms for a few minutes. I can’t explained what I felt as I held her lifeless little body in my arms, it was to be our first and last time together on this earth.
— Anonymous
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