Today, I would have been celebrating a little girl’s 4th birthday. I think of the baby we named all the time, think about how May 24th was my due date. My heart is not as broken as it once was, but it still hurts. I’m pretty sure it always will.
I can’t go to the tree in the park where I put flowers in her honor/name. But, I’ll say a prayer and try not to cry.
Ugh, enough with sadness and anger. I am getting aggravated with myself.