And sometimes you can’t breathe.
How is this your life? How will you go on for the rest of it without him?
All it takes is an image, a thought, a sound, a memory, and the pain comes flooding back.
You can’t believe he’s gone. He was just a little baby in your arms. A little baby. How can this be?
Everything is tainted by the missing. A tiny him-shaped hole in everything.
All of your joys made a little bit bitter because of his absence. You know he is with you in your heart, but it’s not enough.
There are moments when all you feel is love and you know you were blessed he picked you. And you know you would do it all over again just to hold him.
But why couldn’t he stay?