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September 12, 2007

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Mary Witzl

My youngest daughter was born in Tokyo, and her due date was August 6th, which, in Japan happens to be the day the U.S. bombed Hiroshima. I prayed that she wouldn't be born on her due day, and I prayed that she wouldn't be born on August 9th, the day Nagasaki was nuked. She was born on the 7th, and I was so grateful. Ironically, this was also the day her paternal grandmother died, and it is my stepmother's birthday. My father-in-law told us that he would now be able to celebrate a day that had always had sad connotations for him. I thought she did very well managing her birth on such an auspicious date.

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