Two years, and I still wake up expecting to go pick her up. Then it all comes crashing back. She'd be 5 1/2 years old now. So many things we are missing. The only comfort I have is knowing that she is waiting for me to be with her. But I still miss her so much. I have spent the last month trying to not cry. And failing miserably. I cry at such stupid things, commercials, little girls her age in the store, the sight of her things, which is hard, since I have some of her toys and a doll wearing her last Yule dress on a shelf in our bedroom.
I'm losing my mind, right?
I thought so too.
Blessed Be,
Dragonsong


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