Tuesday, June 14, 2016

2 years 7 months


943 days 
22,632 hours 
1,357,920 minutes 
81,457,200 seconds 

since I lost my son. 

I recently went to Vegas, and it was crazy to see how many families were there.
And I couldn't help but think 
had it been a family trip,
that James and I would have had two little boys running around
enjoying the pools and buffets. 
And trying to find things to keep two toddlers entertained. 

It seriously doesn't register with people who haven't lost someone
how every little thing that you do 
reminds you of the shoulda woulda couldas 
with that person.

Not that I would ever wish what happened on my worst enemy...
but your life is never the same. 
As much as you want it to go on normally,
it just doesn't.