There are days that I go through the hours without thinking. And then it hits me - my son is gone. There's no changing this. I'm having a rough week.
I can't believe it's been over a year since we saw his face. I don't want to believe that time has passed at all; I despise that clock for taking me, second by second, further away from the last moment I held my boy. I can smile and say that it's okay, just to get me through, but it's not. It's not okay.
I'm angry at the world today.
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