the morning she was born it was raining. i remember looking out the hospital window at the rain falling. the sky was crying and i wondered if i would ever be able to live my life normally. it was such a surreal situation, a raw agonizing pain that will always be with me.
months have passed. days go by. but when one carries the burden of grief, there is no holiday. i wake up in the morning on some days and it's the very first thing on my mind...my baby is not with me. where is she? why did this happen to me?
seeing other babies or pregnant women does not make me jealous or mad but sad that she is not with me. i only get angry when i see stupid people abuse or neglect their children. the most heart wrenching feeling in the world is to lose a child.It is a part of your soul that is torn and it feels impossible to get it back.
