Reading this hurts because it reminds me of my son I lost.
It reminds me that I can’t hold him or watch him grow up to a great man.
It hurts every day because everyday is like I’m losing him again. It hurts when I see little babies outside.
The days I’m lonely it hurts the most. I think about how it would of been to read him bed time stories, going to parks and teaching him to work on cars with me.
Even though it’s hard and some days seem impossible. It gets better. I’ve found peace with the fact he is in a better place and even though I can’t see him, he will always be with me.💜