You would have been 7 months old on Saturday. It was the first time your daddy and I were apart for your month anniversary, and it was okay. I made little candles for us to light, decorating them with a pink ribbon and your name. I spent the weekend thinking of how far I have come, only to return home and feel lost without you once again.
Most of my days are good ones now, though I still think of you every second of every day. I can look at babies and small children and not be sad. But pregnant people, and the talk of them, still threaten me. I think this is because your pregnancy was the only time I had with you. Those 9 months were our life together-and now I am left here alone, without you.
Our hearts still ache for you, and they always will.
2 comments:
I noticed your blog from MISS and my angel's name was Julia also, your Julia reminds me of her with that full head of black hair, it brought tears to my eyes. This is the worst thing that could ever happen to anyone.
Melinda
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