Tonight I fell asleep in my daughter's room as I lay holding her while she cried herself to sleep. It tore me up how little I could do to comfort her. She wants her brother back and I can do nothing to bring him to her.
It isn't fair. My son is gone and now I must watch my family attempt to navigate through this world of hurt. I want to fix it. I want to help. I want to take away their pain. Today is Felix's birthday and he wanted only for us to be happy today. We had a good evening.
Then we came home to our neverending reality. I know we will all be ok, but none of us will ever be the same. Our home, our family... will never be the same.
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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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