I think that somehow with time it will get easier, this void, this pain in my chest, this absence on earth. Somehow I fool myself into believing that I will be OK, that these dates on the calendar will be manageable and that I will be functional. However, when I find myself alone and safe to feel what it is I need to feel, there is no fooling myself. It hurts, it aches, it wrenches. I miss the baby I will never hold, especially on this day, her birthday. I didn’t have much capacity to write, but the following lines came this week:
Our three-year-old decided to celebrate her angel sibling’s birthday with a dessert from Menchies. We’ll be celebrating for years to come.
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