The Sixth Street Bridge
At the tender age of 17, I walked across this bridge, alone, into Downtown Pittsburgh, with $300 in my pocket that my mother had given me to get an abortion. I went into the Fulton Building (in the picture) and did what I was told to do. I didn't have a choice - if I did, I wouldn't have chosen abortion.
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Merry Christmas Grace.
For the one who should be here, but isn't. For the one who I have to grieve for in the shadows. The one who no amount of presents under a twinkly tree can make up for. I am still learning how to grieve for you and how to love you without hurting myself. Just put your sisters to bed...wishing you were here.
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Merry Christmas. Jesus loves you.
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