912 days
21,888 hours
1,313,280 minutes
78,796,800 seconds
since I lost my son.
It's weird having time hop, or on this day pop up on my phone.
And I know if I go far enough back
it'll have stati of me puking
or being hungry
or some Bug related pregnancy post.
It just hurts.
I recently read a blog about a loss mom who
hates looking back on her pictures
because she obliviously smiled
and thought everything would be ok.
I can't look back at myself and say that I hate "her"
I just can't look at "her" the same way
Nor could I ever prepare "her" for the rest of "her" life
knowing how different it would be.....
