Thursday, August 2, 2012
Where were you then?
Five years ago today, right about now, I was at the cemetery about to bury my son. My sweet tiny little boy was inside a white coffin just three feet in front of me and all I wanted to do was go and take him out. I remember honestly fretting about how we had him dressed, whether he would be too hot or too cold. I really just wanted to hold him. I still just want to hold him. 5 years.
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5 years... so long... I never can think of words for moments and stories like this. Abiding with you as the days pass, the months pass and the years pass. I wish it was different for you. Take care, hugs, Clare
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