Day 55...I'm still here...
Progress is inevitable. I will figure it out. I am figuring it out.
I used to think I was so strong. For so long, I counted on no one. I thought independence made me strong, needing no one made me strong. I'm not so sure anymore.
I am slowly beginning to realize I don't have to do this all on my own all of the time. And that just might be ok.
A big part of this is mine and mine alone. This pain is mine. It is between my son and I. This is a pain, an ache, a longing that could only come from the greatest of loves and I will embrace it and be grateful. It is a way to feel how connected we were, how connected we still are and I will hold on to that until I am with Zavier again.
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This blog will chronicle my first year without my son. We had him with us for just a short while. I'm creating this blog with a heavy heart and I'm hoping by the end of this first year I will have a little peace.
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