Monday 20th April
It’s a sunny, blue-sky day. The blossom on the trees in the cemetery is beginning to flower. A bright, vibrant shade of pink. The tree we walk past to reach your graveside is looking beautiful. The sun is shining down on you and the birds are singing for you.
I’m trying so hard to keep it together on these daily visits to you. But despite the beauty of the day, my heart breaks because you are not with us. Our son, fell asleep and gained his angel wings far too soon.
I just find it so difficult to believe that you have gone from our lives. Each day seems without purpose. One blends into another. A long, never-ending stretch of nothingness.
Is this how it’s going to be?