I was watching tv tonight and saw the preview for a show being aired later in the week. I’m a fan of crime dramas but won’t be watching this particular episode because it involves a missing child. One line of the preview definitely made me tear up: Losing a child is like losing a piece of yourself.
I’ve experienced a swirl of emotions the past few days and I can say that I feel a big piece of me is gone forever.
I miss my baby so much and wish he was here.
I’m going to Atlanta tomorrow for a few days to attend a conference. Part of me is looking forward to the conference. The other part of me is so sad because I won’t be able to visit Alexander each day. I know I carry him with me everywhere I go but his graveside represents his final resting place. I usually end up in tears when I go but somehow I’m strangely comforted at the same time.
Remembering Alexander 