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February 20, 2009

Harold kept me up all night yesterday. My heart was hurting from the middle all the way to the back and it would not go away. I do not know why even why Harold was on my mind at like 3 am. Then this morning my sis, Goofy tells me there was a death back home. One of my aunts, Garlic, her last brother living in village had a heart attack. She was so devastated when her other brother died in front of her very own eyes. I believe I have this sense of pain when someone experiences death, like I know when its happening but do not know it until I hear about it later. Does that make sense? My hubby could not make the pain in my heart go away. He was holding me tight and my son was screaming for his bottle in the next room. I’m so frustrated that I have to get up in the middle of the night, every night at least two or three times. You know how it feels when your sleep breaks 2-3 times every night how crappy you feel in the morning that you snap at everything. Plus on top of that I have a hard time falling asleep and never go back to sleep after Fajr. Today I purposely slept in until 9:30 and it felt wonderful!

  1. February 21, 2009 6:12 am

    yeahhhi totally second the sleeping in bit.YOu should do it more often!

  2. February 22, 2009 12:46 am

    just wanted to let you know, we chose your blog as adorably cute. Come back to our blog for your “Cute” award =) and i am sorry to hear about the loss! =(

  3. February 22, 2009 5:17 am

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