Two years huh? Two years.
First year not so much,
Maybe I was just too stuck in the clouds.
Two years though, that’s when the realization sunk in, or at least did for me today.
When you’re supposed to hear the pitter-patter of feet running from room to room.
Or to hear the angelic laughter coming from smiles and chubby cheeks giggling.
To see my baby girl being chased by her big brother in her roller chair on his 2nd birthday.
Or to do the same on her 1st birthday.
Two years though, huh?
What can I say? It doesn’t get better as people say.
It honestly gets worst but easier to hide to the people who say that.
You see I found that…
There is no getting over it, but only learning how to console it, or control it.
And to surround yourself with people who can relate and support it.
I know he hears me, I know he feels me; I know he is with me.
Everyday as I walk and exist, he lives with me.
I will survive because of him, and so will my family.
But two years huh? Wow!
I think the second year marker just helped us become stronger now.
This is the year we came out the clouds and chose to rejoice in his memories.
Five weeks here, two years gone.
My aching heart bleeds for my 1st Born Prince
The child I lost.
His spirit lives on and builds strong bonds in our family tied of knots.
But this year,
As he turns two,
You will never be forgotten.