Memories

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.