Little D should be here on earth, turning 8. Instead, he is in heaven, and his Dad and I visited his grave and went for a walk on his birthday. We let go of 8 balloons at the cemetary, in honour of his birthday. But his Dad and I know that little D will always be seven. Forever Seven.
There are no words to express how hard it is to live without our little boy. He was and is everything to us. His death left an unbelievably large hole, a huge gaping hole. I will never be complete again.
To all bereaved parents out there...you have my deepest sympathy that you are going through this.
Big Magic
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Sorrow is beautiful. I never realized it until the Great Loss hit me, full
blunt force in the face, in the heart. It struck down the very core of me
until ...
8 years ago
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