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| Jane and Lorraine in Sag Harbor, circa 1996 |
The reaction to the post about my daughter that have stayed with me were with ones from first mothers whose children, now found, are not speaking to them. I mentioned the lapses in my relationship with my own daughter's at the end of the previous post,
Remembering my daughter on her birthday.
I usually don't write about her not talking to me much now because it's obviously no longer an issue. She is gone. I don't cry anymore because she won't speak to me; I have cried plenty, but now she cannot speak to me, except in dreams.
