Each day this past week, I feel like my heart is being torn further into pieces. Every time I see a child..... At the tattoo shop one of the girls had her son in, about a year older then mine... I almost started crying.
Then today at work, my Boss's grandson drew a picture of a dragon for me because I had a dragon on top of my computer. I taped it up on the wall by the moniter, and almost lost it thinking about how I wouldn;t have art projects from my son to hang up.
All I have from my son is a painted rock from daycare, a lock of his hair from his first haircut, and the dozen roses he gave me for mothers day. The roses are sitting in the back of my car because I can't handle having them in my room right now.
argh!
Then today at work, my Boss's grandson drew a picture of a dragon for me because I had a dragon on top of my computer. I taped it up on the wall by the moniter, and almost lost it thinking about how I wouldn;t have art projects from my son to hang up.
All I have from my son is a painted rock from daycare, a lock of his hair from his first haircut, and the dozen roses he gave me for mothers day. The roses are sitting in the back of my car because I can't handle having them in my room right now.
argh!
If that's the case I'm sure you hear I'm sorry all the time, but truly...I am..I can't imagine what it would be like. I hope you are doing ok though, and pick yourself up. you have too y'know.
anyway, just a random comment I know as this is my first time stumbling into your journal. Take care though.