This is going to be a long week. Just like every other, I guess. I am beginning to wonder if the weekends are really any better than the weekdays. Everyday just seems to blend into every other day filled with more of the same...
For awhile, I thought I was doing pretty good. Going to work, going to school, keeping up (barely, but still). I was wrong. I'm not okay. But, I need to feel what I am feeling. Somehow the pain is good for me. It may seem strange, but in a way, it drives home the fact the my son was here and we are still connected, forever connected.
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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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