We will all eat popcorn and have a Kleenex box watching movies of his story journey through obstacles life has thrown at him. More importantly what he’s overcome.
My daughter passed 29 years’ ago, at the age of 6 weeks. I tortured myself trying to move through those emotions. I have just recently discovered the pain of losing her is never going away. It is always in the back of my mind. Somedays it is brought to the front by a baby being born or a child’s cry and several other little things most people bypass. When that happens now, I can let it be there without beating myself up. Writing helps keep me grounded and allows me to express my emotions. 29 years’ sounds like a long time ago, but in the mind of a parent, 29 years’ ago is every morning.
Woke up today
Pulled your photo
from the drawer
Photo credit to Kaitlynn Paige Trundle via PicsArt
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