It’s March 20, the first official day of spring and 3 months since Alexander’s passing. I’m looking around the family room at Alexander’s photos and his face is so full of promise.
I wasn’t sure if I could visit Alexander’s grave today. I thought it would be too hard for me. In the end, Dan and I visited together. The groundskeepers had put out more grass seed on Alexander’s grave and new patches of grass were sprouting. I had already shed plenty of tears at home as I was sitting in the family room looking at Alexander’s photos and didn’t shed any at his graveside.
It’s still so hard to comprehend what’s happened. I just wish I could hold my baby and hear him say mommy.
Remembering Alexander 