I just want people to say his name.
(And yes, there are people in my house not saying his name today, and it hurts.)
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I'm so sorry. I want that for you too. I can't imagine how that hurts.
Thinking of you and Ben.
I'll say it: Ben.
Ben. Ben. Ben. Ben. Ben.
I know it can never be said enough. I wish those around you could appreciate how important this is to you, Virginia.
Thinking of you. XO.
Thank you, both of you....
I'm so sorry that Ben isn't with you guys, G. Thinking of you.
--Beth
I don't think that's too much to ask. I know how much that hurts. People seem to think it helps to just ignore...it doesn't.
Ben.
You don't know me - I found your blog through Glow - but I am thinking of both of you and am saying Ben's name out loud: Ben.
Ben. I'll say it, too. Ben.
It hurts to not say it or hear it. I know. I'm sorry, Virginia. Thinking of you & Ben.
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