Friday, October 30, 2009
There are many days where when I close my eyes all I can see is the day Robert died or the day of his funeral. I try to remember the happy days we spent together, but honestly it is hard. Don't get me wrong, I have 14 1/2 months of WONDERFUL memories of my time with my son. As the anniversary of his death looms over me, I find myself back at that dreadful day. I try, with all my might, to live in those happy days. It is hard. I will not lie to you. I miss my son every second, of everyday. The hole in my heart grows deeper & I don't know how to stop it.