Today was Oliver's due date, Not really much to say. The day passes by so uneventful, It feel like there should be more. More grieving, more words, more memories...
I could have been holding my baby today, But instead I stare at the Easter snow, Wondering what it all means, Why this heartache is meant for me.
One thing is for certain, Where there is death, There is rebirth. And on this Easter weekend, I look for that spring to find me once again.
posted by Jenny at 7:57 AM |
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