:::oh the agony:::
It's been six years since I had to call my husband to tell him that his second child had died.
:::talk about guilt:::
It's been six years since I had to see the pain in my oldest child's face when she learned that her long awaited for sibling had died. How do you even tell a 3.5 year old that someone - much less a sibling they wanted and loved already - has died!?!? I don't know, but we had to do it.
:::pure heartbreak:::
I don't know why or how this anniversary is affecting me differently than the last few, but for some reason six years just is.
I wish I had something eloquent to say - on his day - but really, my broken heart will have to do. It's a sign that I'm his mom. Always and forever.
Noah's Two Years blog
Noah's Three Years blog
Noah's Five Years blog
