You would have been 8 months old today. We lit your candle tonight... your daddy said some special words and we recited your poem together. These past few weeks have been full of babies and pregnant people. It's not as hard anymore, but certain moments bring it all back to you. I no longer cry everyday, but I always am thinking of you. In one more month you will have been gone just as long as you were alive. That milestone is tough to think about. It just seems like another door to you is closing.
Upon the death of his daughter, Mark Twain said, "It will take mind and memory months and possibly years to gather together the details and thus learn and know the whole extent of the loss."
Tonight that is how I feel. As each month passes I am reminded more and more of all that I am missing.
I love you baby girl.
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