(this was written this weekend, but for some reason, did not update)
Today, July 7th, marks the fourth month since I held you, four months since my heart broke into a thousand pieces, four months of drs and therapists and loved ones trying to get me back to “a sort of normal”.
I’m doing “ok” apart from a few medical concerns and even our therapist thinks “We are nearing acceptance”.
Turns out acceptance has nothing to do with being ok something happened or even understanding why, I guess it just means we know now that we won’t see you on this earthly plain again, like David (of the bible) said when his son died,  ” I will go to him, but he cannot return to me!”
I love you my little man, miss you soooooo much, we all do!
Until we meet again…