An old friend of mine has just got in touch with me. We were friends at school. Pre-school, in fact.
Apparently she named a doll after me when she was four years old. I didn't ask if she's stuck pins in it since.
I've not spoken to her for, ooh, about 15 years. And what I remember of her makes me smile at her enduring sweetness, and frown at how little I believe I was there for her when I should have been.
And just now, looking on her Facebook profile (yes, that's how she got in touch), I found this:
It's about her son.
It made me cry.
And it made me want to do something about it.
So, well... I thought I'd share.
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That's so sad yet inspirational to see a parents' love for their child reach the sky and beyond.