When you lose someone who is part of who you are, time will heal the wound, but no amount of time can erase the scar
Yesterday after school, we passed by another parent with a 7 month old baby girl.
Dude was immediately drawn to her.
He touched the baby’s hand and tickled her feet.
Dude would have been wonderful with his sister.
Seeing him with someone else’s baby just breaks my heart.
I often think about how awful I feel about losing Sarah, but it is just as terrible for the boys. Maybe more. They were so looking forward to their sister.
They would have been such amazing big brothers.
I know there was a reason for all of this. I just wish I knew what it was.