Tag: Billy
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Another Award!
Yes, I ‘met’ some wonderful people online through blogging, Twitter and Facebook. I apologise to Guilie who gave me this fantastic award for my blog. It has been a few months since I was given the award. I went to Mongolia and just back. I want to say thank you to Guilie for the award.…
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M is for Mongol
You can call me Mongol Because I am. But please don’t call someone with Down’s Syndrome ‘Mongol’ or ‘Mongo.’ You will hurt not only me but many ‘Billy’ we called our little boy when he was born ‘Buuz’ we named him when he came home Our baby was a Mongol not because he had Down’s…
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L is for Loss
My first diary entry after Billy passed away. 17 March 2010. Three weeks ago we buried you my baby. You were only three months old. I can not believe how short time we had you yet it felt a very long time. Perhaps it was very painful for you and for us. Mummy feels comfort…
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K is for Keep Kind Karma
I asked my kids what to write on letter K. They said: Karma and Kind. So what is Karma? It is widely understood as cause and effect. Do I believe in Karma? I did. I thought If I’m kind and considerate life will treat me alright. However, I’m not sure anymore. We lost our baby…
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Diary entry: How do you cope?
Hallo Billy. Mummy started this blog post a while ago and keeps coming back and then something happens and not finishing it. How do you cope? How do you get up in the morning? These are the questions we are asked a lot. Mummy and Daddy have to get on with our lives and look…
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Why I write in English
why do you write in English? if I write in my mother tongue, my mother will read it if she reads my pain you know how mother’s love is her heart will ache it’s simple, I love her dearly why do you write in English? if I write in my native tongue, my father will…
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Diary Entry -Emptiness
Hallo Billy. Mummy sat here for a while for the first time not sure how to start the blog post. It feels like writing a poem, perhaps in Mongolian, maybe in English. Mummy’s thought went through the events of remembering you and sighing without knowing herself. Every time a toddler runs past Mummy remembers you.…
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To Billy
You are my baby boy, my beautiful baby boy Billy’s forget me not flower Why was your visit so short? Was it the water that washed your golden hair? Was it the wind blew on your perfect face? Why was your visit so short? Was it the timing you were born? Was it the tantrums…
Guuye ~ Гүүеэ 