I miss you every hour of every day, thinking you’re out playing. I miss the door slamming when you come running in, announcing that your team won. I miss picking up the stray socks and shirts that lost their way to the laundry and I miss the warmth of your smile as you snuggle in to say, “I love you.”
To say what it’s like to lose a child is like staring at blank paper. There are no words, only heartache and tears; there are no moments to be, only memories.