Ten Years

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.

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