I think about what I've lost. Christmas was hard, as it always is. It's just not christmas without my little boy. Two and a half years have gone since I've seen him, yet still I remember that night at the airport, when he clung to my legs, crying, asking me to stay with him.
I would have given anything.
Poured directly from my heart, the story of losing my children and the day-by-day suffering.
Copyright 2010 Writings of a brokenhearted Parent.