It’s been ten years.
Ten years since we lost our son.
Even though so much time has passed, it still hurts.
Right after we lost him, I felt so helpless. I wanted to shut the world out. I wished every day for it not to be true. For him to still be in his crib, smiling at me, reaching out for me.
Sometimes my heart aches.
Sometimes I break down.
Sometimes sorrow consumes me.
There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about him.
I see him in our daughters’ eyes.
I hear him in their laughter.
I feel the same love I felt for him every time I give them a hug.
Through all this, one thing remains.
I was his mother and he was my son.
I wouldn’t have traded our time together for anything.