 Every Day...
Every day I shed tears over my sweat Son Freado...It's almost like I can't control it. I look at his picture, someone will say something, a thought or memory comes to mind, and I cry. I don't cry uncontrollable anymore, just tears and dead space. I had another dream about him the other night...It was just him and I. He just kept wanting me to give him belly rubs...he really, really loved that. October
25th will be the marking of only 3 months, and yet it feels like a lifetime that I have had the opportunity to hold him in my arms. Need I say more.?!
Thanks ~ Barbara |