Some days the reality hits a lot harder.
I will live on this earth without you.
Never again will I kiss your face.
Or hold your body in my arms.
Some days it stings more than normal.
I won’t get to watch you crawl, or walk.
I can’t watch you ride a bike.
I’ll never braid your hair.
I’ll never help you mend a broken heart.
I can never watch you get married.
The secondary losses are infinate.
I miss you. I love you.
I don’t understand how a Mother goes on without one of her children; that life is obviously cruel and unfair.
Isolating and torturous.
Dark and lonely.
I want you here, baby girl.
I’m just so tired.