My dreams have been shattered, my heart ripped to pieces. For the third time in my life I have to give up the beating hearts that mean the most to me. Three times, can you imagine? Those who depend on me to love them unconditionally and deeply. Babes ripped from a mother’s arms. And I am suppose to go thru this with absolutely no emotion, as if I were a mere robot with no feelings of pain. Truth is I feel multitudes of emotions every hour of every day.