It has been 7 months since I've held my baby boy.
It's 3:30 in the afternoon and I'm still in my pajamas. I am trying to find the....I don't know...want to, maybe...to get up.
Ok. I'm going to clean, run, go to the cemetery and spend the day missing Zavier. Just as I have for the past 211 days and as I imagine I will for all the days to come.
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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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