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poor little guy! I know how scary it is when I cannot breathe well do to my asthma, and when the docs say "oh your lungs are clear" it is very frustrating. Its scary for me as an adult but to have a child go through it is so much more scary.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. R.I.P. Bandit 7-12-08 I love you I miss you.
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