I didn't post last week. If you read my earlier post you know that it was a hard week for me. An emotional roller coaster. Today really is no different.
Six years ago today, I buried my son.
Six years ago today was the last time I held him in my arms, kissed his cheek and told him "I love you."
Six years ago today, I watched as they lowered his little white coffin into the ground and watched as they threw dirty on him.
Six years ago today, I walked out of a graveyard leaving my son in his grave.
I hate today.
Six years ago today, I buried my son.
Six years ago today was the last time I held him in my arms, kissed his cheek and told him "I love you."
Six years ago today, I watched as they lowered his little white coffin into the ground and watched as they threw dirty on him.
Six years ago today, I walked out of a graveyard leaving my son in his grave.
I hate today.
You truly have my sympathy. Our situations are different, and yet the same in many ways.
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